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There’s something about Sunday mornings that makes me feel like I’m on the verge of greatness. It’s the one day of the week when I wake up, ready to turn my life around, reinvent myself, and live out my Pinterest-inspired dreams. And by “turn my life around,” I mean in the most unrealistic, “who am I even kidding?” kind of way.
The Fitness Freak
Every Sunday, I’m convinced that I am this close to becoming a fitness enthusiast. I lace up my pristine running shoes. It’s usually around this time that I also start scrolling through Instagram, looking for #fitspo, and picturing myself with abs that could almost justify not eating samosas for breakfast.
Then, I make it outside, jog for exactly 12 seconds, and realize that “fitness” might actually be a longer journey than I imagined. I pant my way back home, kick off my running shoes, and reward myself with chai and butter-drenched parathas because, you know, calories don’t count if it’s Sunday.
The Minimalist Declutterer
Sunday is the one day I feel inspired to declutter my life and become the minimalist guru I was destined to be. I swing open my closet doors and stare at the mess inside, vowing to toss out everything that doesn’t “spark joy.” But the moment I hold up an old college T-shirt that’s faded to oblivion, I realize it has sentimental value.
I end up throwing out maybe one mismatched sock, patting myself on the back for all my hard work, and stuffing everything back into the closet. But no one can deny that for those 15 minutes, Minimalist Declutterer Me had a vision.
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The Planner Extraordinaire
As noon rolls around, I bring out my planner—the one I bought on a whim after watching a bunch of “how to organize your life” YouTube videos. I pull out all my fancy pens and go into serious planning mode, colour-coding my to-do lists, writing affirmations, and setting out goals that are about as realistic as my dream of becoming a Bollywood star.
But deep down, I know that Planner Extraordinaire Me doesn’t actually plan to do any of these things. She’s here for the aesthetic, the thrill of feeling productive without the reality of actually, you know, being productive.
By the time Sunday evening rolls around, I’m back to Regular Me—snuggled up in bed, binge-watching that show I “totally wasn’t going to waste time on” and eating snacks without an ounce of guilt. All my new identities go back into their little Sunday box, waiting patiently for their next weekly revival.
So here’s to next Sunday, when I’ll probably decide to become a yogi, a fashionista, or a minimalist philosopher, only to end up right where I am, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Sources: Bloggers’ own opinion
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