Sunday Afternoon

Sunday nights are notorious for being filled with dread. The weekend went by in the blink of an eye and you are faced with the cold reality that tomorrow is Monday. The weekend wasn't long enough. You're already thinking about the small talk you'll have with your colleagues, the meetings that should have been emails or the fact that, even though it's three days away, Wednesday is going to be the longest day of your life thus far.

Sunday nights in my house weren't much different, but there was something oddly comforting about Sunday Afternoon. Sunday afternoons between 4 - 7pm were often when I would snuggle up next to my mum and my brother on the sofa and we'd fall asleep after eating a huge plate of whatever mum had cooked. We'd start off this ritual committing to watching something, anything, on the TV before dozing off under layers of blankets. One-by-one we'd wake up, hazily. There was something about that moment of being. You know that post-nap haze - when you don't know what day, year or month it is? It's closest thing I imagine to just being. Monday was around the corner and all of those things mentioned earlier were on my mind but there was a brief moment, when I was there on the sofa with my family, that I felt connected to myself. We spend so much of our lives doing, moving and achieving, spending Sunday Afternoons suspended in that haze is to be treasured.

These musings are an ode to that moment in the week. Something to snack on while you're suspended. Here's to Sunday Afternoons.

___ Recommended listening: "On & On" - Erykah Badu