Weekends are obviously the best. Surely you know that! But sometimes I wish the weekend was filled exclusively with Sundays. Sundays are peaceful. Sunday is a day for myself, for yourself. I love Sundays. I feel like Sunday is really a day you can choose whatever YOU want to do and then actually do it. There is nothing stopping you from doing what you want on a Sunday except for yourself. If I say Sunday one more time feel free to punch me or, if you’re not feeling violent, stop reading.
Something I’ve started doing on ‘my favorite day’ is go to Back Street Eating, take a seat in their outdoor seating area and have a nice, relaxing breakfast with myself. I bring a book, a magazine, a newspaper, and a notebook with absolutely no reason behind it. Whatever I feel like doing at the time I’ll do, but my main priority for at least an hour is to enjoy my flat white, have an even better time with my porridge, and give my brain a long, fat break from anything that’s ‘important’.
I don’t know what it is about the porridge at Backstreet Eating but just looking at the warm, neutral plate itself is refreshing to me. I’ve made attempts to order some thing else, but everything seems too complicated for the state of mind I want to be in; Plus the porridge is good. It’s really good. I can’t wait until this Easter break; I’m going to attempt to have 5 Sundays in a row. Oh crap, I said it again.