This week I decided to take a day for myself. I took myself on a brunch date, equipped with my notebook. Along the way I ended up seeing some friends and we went to a flea market.
The following are excerpts from journal during breakfast,
” Sunday mornings are my favorite. Something about Sunday makes me want to take care of myself, I’m not sure what it is, but I feel tremendously peaceful.
This place is packed and so loud. As I write, I alternate sips of coffee and juice. The conversations and laughter surrounding me are a surprisingly comfortable background noise.
At first, asking for a table for just me is a bit uncomfortable, I think some part of me thinks its unusual to take yourself on a breakfast date, but I think it’s important. Because it’s self care. ”
*As I ate breakfast I noticed people looking at the empty seat across from me, so I continued to write*
“I think it’s funny, people have looked at me confused. As if they’d never seen someone by themselves before. Taking yourself on dates needs to be normalized. ”
After breakfast ended I ran into friends, went to a flea market, and bought a t-shirt. Quality Sunday.