Sundays used to be heavy for me. They carried the weight of unfinished conversations, lingering regrets, and the echoes of people I had given too much of myself. Sundays reminded me of all the ways I had bent, shrunk, and contorted myself to fit into spaces I had long outgrown.
But not anymore.
I’ve turned Sundays into my day of release. A sacred ritual of letting go. It’s my reset button, my moment to breathe out the weight of the week and breathe in the peace I deserve.
And it all starts with… Oh, but first, consider subscribing!
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Dream Girl Rising to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.