Sometimes it’s only enough to sleep well in order to be able to taste life again. Not a grand gesture, not a perfect morning routine — just deep, uninterrupted sleep, the kind that returns you to yourself. That’s how my Sunday usually starts. Waking up without the annoying alarm clock is really a good comeback from the dream state to the real state — gentle, natural, on your own terms. No jolt, no panic, just a slow and willing return to the waking world.
Then comes the ritual. Morning coffee, unhurried, warm in both hands and spirit. Sun rays stretching across the room like they too have nowhere to be. And for once — no voice in the back of the mind whispering you’re too late, you should be somewhere, you should be doing something. Just the simple, underrated luxury of being exactly where you are.
But a peaceful morning doesn’t mean an empty day. Today there are plans — good ones, creative ones. Time to photograph the new paintings, to document the beautiful mess that accumulates when you follow your artistic instincts without apology. Every canvas has its own story, and soon those stories will find their way to the world.
Next days, you’ll witness what a Sunday well-lived looks like. Stay tuned.
Have a great Sunday, all — whatever your version of a perfect morning looks like. ☀️
