My Sunday Ritual and Why I Protect It

Sunday is my sacred day.

No errands. No calls. Just space to come back to myself.

I start slow. Oil my scalp. Change my sheets. Reorganize one drawer. Read one chapter. I light incense and water my plants. I listen to a podcast that feeds me.

I clean, not to be productive, but to create peace. I plan, not to be perfect, but to feel prepared.

It’s my weekly love letter to my future self.

And I guard it like a boundary, because it is.