Sunday Joy.

It’s simply allowing yourself Grace. It’s filling in those wide spaces of puzzling thoughts with patience, peace and tranquility.

For me, it’s allowing the sun to creep upon me in the most subtle way possible, the stillness in my bedroom to cause me to reflect and my personal views of self-care to be expanded.

It’s waking up to Sade and Drake while reminiscing on a perfect place of serenity with a freeing feeling. It’s truly more than breakfast in bed, it’s the simplicity and kindness prepared by the hands of someone continuously practicing gratitude.

Sunday Joy includes smiles, laughter, reflection and even thoughts of growth; its personal space to elevate myself in the best way possible.

Thinking about more than the next morning, it’s a time to be still.

Sunday Joy simply is a form of being.