Sunday⛅️

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Hey!
Long time no see!
I know I was unable to write for a couple of days because things were just complicated so I wasn't able to segregate and jot it down. 
But today is Sunday, so I thought of giving it a chance. Last 10 days were just booooom! I don't even know how they passed. Sometimes life just runs at 10X speed. I am still retrospecting things. This is difficult, my anxiety doesn't allow me to deal with complex things, rather my anxiety is the only reason why things appear complicated. 
Anyways, cheers to my anxiety. 
I wanted to write  a few things, like a whole "written vlog". I don't just write for you people to read, but I write for myself, so that whenever I feel like going back to the past, I just open the things I have written, these writings act as flashbacks. 
To sum up these ten days, 
I went back to Dapoli. I know how it feels when you just return to your nest. This was a short trip, so I came back within 3 days. But these 3 days were just great. 
Great is a weak adjective actually. I had a good time there, I always do. I enjoyed doing some things, meeting people, having small talks, spending time with Lily and much more. 
I don't want to mention a few things, I prefer not describing them, because sometimes you know that there are few memories which are engraved in your life, hence playing a major role.
I want to keep them safe, rather I fear touching them. These memories are like soap bubbles you know! You can just keep blowing and looking at them.
So, coming back to Sunday. Sundays are special. Nah! Not because you get to sleep till 1 or 2 in the afternoon, but because you are actually able to see the sunrise without hurry, at least for me. Being a "morning" person, I enjoy doing this on Sundays.
I feel good looking at the sun, how colours just blend, without you even realizing. The "dark blue" of the night to "orange yellow" of the day. 
I love the sunlight falling on my skin, resting there for sometime, helping my cells to rejuvenate, helping me to love my body. I love the golden brown colour of my skin at that time, a complete hygge vibe you know! 
Sundays are fun, you can actually plan this whole day, do whatever you love. So, I decided to have a cup of tea, I actually had it while typing. The next thing I will do is have a bath, watch a good movie, read a few chapters of my book, get some works done, go for a walk in the evening, get sad for the coming week and then dozzz off.
Believe me, no matter how small your goals are, or how funny they sound, just because they make you feel progressive, do it. 
So, have a "Happy Sunday". Go get your plan ready, if not, then just get up, grab a cup, get your favourite drink in the cup, empty the cup, feel happy. 

P.S-
The picture at the beginning helps me to bring a "hygge" vibe into my daily life. 

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