Sunday is such a calm day, slow day, my “grow” day. Some of the happiest things that have ever happened to me were all on a Sunday. When I think about the word “Sunday” it’s like a flood gate is opened in my mind. It’s just a crazy, mixed feelings kind of happiness. I get this funny look on my face and I look up to the left and just relive it all. Don’t get me wrong- with good comes the bad. I have very happy memories that are immediately tied to very bad memories. In my opinion that is just a sub definition of being human. Good with the bad to make a whole, that you just so happen to consider on the positive side. Never really realize how that works, do we? To me it’s in that category where you just don’t have to explain it. It is because it is and so is the opposite. Bad days are just good days in disguise. They make you look a little closer, think a little deeper, but in the end behind it all each day has the same potential as the next.
Sunday is a shy day, a fly day, my "hay" day.
I guess it never really matters how each day is if you just choose for it to be one way despite every possible thing that thinks it should be this other way. Only you can change your attitude so you can't just give into chance. Let your heart decide how to feel it out with whatever your head decides. Memories are memories and they stay with us for different reasons but you have the power to influence these types of memories.
Act out of love with your heart- it uses more consideration than your head.
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