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Dreaming in the sun...why not?

Even though Sundays are technically no different from a Monday to a self employed person such as myself...they hold a different power. Maybe because my whole life it was regarded as "day of rest" whether that actually happened or not...but I give it that power these days.
I slow it down. I decline doing things I don't want to do and I actually do try to rest a little more. Its particularly pretty today so maybe at some point I'll take a walk or find a nice spot to do what Tuco cat is doing...laze and daydream in the sun.
I saw a great show last night and actually don't feel tore up from the floor up today! 🙌
I like to reflect on the weeks highlights on Sunday and take inventory of what the week brought to my shores:
I accomplished using the GoPro camera and jumped into video editing. This will be a process but I started the ball rolling.🙌
Started a new painting and am working on it today. 🙌
Made time for friends and loved ones🙌
Saw Ozzy with a dear friend 🙌
Saw MC50 with my man 🙌
Went mushroom scouting all week and found some cool mushies.🙌
Happiness level is high and I owe it all to mindfulness and disengaging from things that are pointless. Life feels shiny right now.  🌞
Enjoy the day...the magic day that is Sunday.

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