In my ideal world that kinda only exist in my brain, of which sometimes I think is off on its own little adventure that I can’t keep up with, my ideal Sunday would go something like this.

Getting up at a respectable time of 8.30 or 9am, after a night of fantastically absurd dreams.
Willingly. Not because I have somewhere to be or something to see to
My sheets smell like freshly laundered and pressed cotton, I roll around in it for a while more for good measure before rolling out of bed.

Admittedly motivated by the fact that there is brunch to be had.
Brunch. Oh how I love thee. Poached eggs, Grilled portobello mushrooms, Homemade hashbrowns, Sausages, Grilled tomatoes, Yoghurt with muesli, Perfectly toasted bread with butter.
And maybe a mouthful of nutella. 
Just because.

Catching up on absolutely useless yet highly interesting things on flipboard while enjoying the comfortable background noise of the television that no one watches in particular on a lovely sunday morning.

Of course, the weather is fantastic. Sunlight with breeze and the perfect lack of humidity putting people in a absolutely happy and non irritable mood. Comfortable enough to wear a light jacket yet enjoy shorts with bare legs to soak up as much sunlight as possible.

When that’s done, we walk to church and and enjoy service like it should be done, with the message being absolutely what I needed to hear that morning. And that sense of gratefulness, love, peace, joy and promise that I feel, leaving with me when I step out of those and staying with me throughout the week. Yeah I love that. 

After that, the grocery store, supermarket, whatevs, to stroll through the aisles to buy essentials for the week. Yes, in my ideal world I still am  responsible and shop for groceries(; And also because I love doing so. Who cares what I need and what I want heh, I would be happy to look up aisles of toilet paper to gourmet cheese that is too stinky to eat. Rows of cereal, rows of pasta sauce, rows of ice cream, rows of baking supplies. I could go all day.
I finally get what I want and treat myself to a few of the needs. Home it is. Maybe a frozen yoghurt in hand. Ok, definitely.

Again, this is still all ideal and hypothetical, so someone will unpack all my groceries and stash them away in their respective places in the fridge and cabinets. And I will turn on the telly, curl up and watch my favourite dramas, or a chickflick.

5.30pm. Head out for a 5km run along an imaginary river where people do watersports like dragonboating and kayaking and I run along the footpath taking in the sights and smelling the flowers and impending summertime.
(not my picture)

Reach home, I can smell dinner cooking and it is heavenly. After a hot hot shower, I take a moment, sit, and eat glorious food. No phones, no internets, no tv’s, no ebooks, nothing. Just me, chewing, tasting every bite, every flavour, savouring.

Then there is dessert. Fresh seasonal fruit. And a square, ok two squares of chocolate.

And we watch a movie, and talk, and laugh, and talk some more. And prepare to face the five days that is ahead. And laugh about the stupidity of this happening every week. But at this point, I am happy. That’s all I need.

Then we sleep at a respectable time that is not 3.30am which is now.

1130pm and the feeling of hunger are not supposed to be friends.
Just another typical Monday where work and excel sheets drive me absolutely crazy. Some start the weekend count down early, I just aim to fill the week with things and people and events that make me look forward to the next day and the next.

I don’t hate my job. I don’t love it with every shred of my being either. I just wanna be out there, not tied by finances or circumstances. One day..one day.
Days seem to pass slowly, yet sometimes when I blink twice, March is gone, then April and soon enough May will be history.
Typical days revolve around work, the gym and and dinner plans with friends or errands that need to be run. Yes I love/hate the gym. More love these days though, and while the weekend left me needing much rest, I still did the routine Monday night Bodypump. One hour later, two shaky legs and one hot shower later, its time for Grey’s Anatomy and the constant battle whether I should rummage for food or sleep it off and dream of places I want to explore.

Everytime I drink coffee, I think of

Everytime I think of the perfect brunch, I think of

Everytime I think of summer fruits, I think of

Everytime I think of the perfect wrap which I can never finish for the life of me, I think of

Everytime I think of the perfect citrusy dessert, I think of

Everytime I think of a place I love, I think of

Everytime I think of life, I think of when it would all happen for me.

Looking at these pictures just makes me incredibly happy and wistful, its a good thing, definitely a good thing.