I love Sundays.

They’re like a warm breeze. Like that one nickelodeon character who is too cool for everything ( Insert Babe’s crush, Mason, from Game Shakers).

Monday feels like those 2010 girl bosses in hollywood movies, always moving, always working in 6 inch heels.

Sunday has a relaxing feeling, like a xanax for the week. You’d wake up and think ‘the air feels fresh’ on a Sunday morning. Saturday is the closest we’ll get to paradise but Sunday is the real deal, paradise personified.

Sundays are the calmest for me. I get to just exist, there’s no pressure and I have the best time even if I’m just at home doing nothing. When you lounge on Monday it’s lazy, do it on Sunday and it’s leisure.

If sunday was a person I imagine they would look like a tourist complete with their fedora hat, fanny pack, Hawaii print shirt, dunlop slippers and a camera hanging loosely around their neck. so you know they’re just passing by, taking in the whole city but not committing it to memory.

I’ll include this little tidbit under a new segment I like to call, ‘Thoughts I had in the shower’