lazy sundays.

I think Sundays are underrated-especially coming off of a fun Saturday night. I love having a raspy voice from singing "Living on a Prayer" and "Don't Stop Believing" (bridge and tunnel anyone?) at the top of my lungs and sore legs from dancing in heels for hours the night before. 

I live alone so I cherish the mornings I get to wake up to guests. This sunday morning I had the pleasure of ordering in bagels (Leo's Bagels in Fidi- yum) with my cousin and her new roommate, who had found their way to my sofa bed the night before, and sitting on my terrace to sip our iced coffees while laughing at the pictures we took the night before and making up Facebook album captions. The rest of my day was spent napping, cleaning, sending out resumes and  walking around my neighborhood on a quest for a diet coke fountain soda (I insist soda tastes better from a fountain!) then working out in my buildings gym with my boyfriend- which, in itself, is a whole 'nother post.

I like to avoid making to-do lists for Sundays. I think they should just unfold before you and you accomplish however much or little you'd like to, find your own rhythm- recharge yourself for the week to come. So many of our days are filled with so many obligations-- it is my suggestion, if you are lucky enough to have the opportunity to,  that you simply feel obligated to yourself on Sundays and just be...