Sundays...

I think I have come full circle when it comes to Sundays. A year ago if you asked me which night of the week I feel the most single, my answer would have been on Sunday. If you asked me that same question now, my answer would be that there isn't any night that I feel alone. Something has definitely changed and its not my Facebook relationship status. 

When I was part of a couple- Sundays always meant dinner and then hanging out. I missed that for a long time after I was no longer a "we" and instead became a "just me". With lots of time and self love, I have filled that void of needing to have someone with simply being satisfied with just being with me. Its kinda a weird thing to actually admit. Today I was super excited about coming back home to my little world for a night of cooking dinner, watching two chick flicks in a row, pinning and napping. 

I'm not saying this is the Sunday routine I want to maintain for the rest of my life, but for now I'm comfortable and thoroughly enjoying spending time with myself. Its actually the thought of adding someone into my routine that stirs up some anxiety in my head. Right now in my life, there is the potential of my solo Sundays becoming extinct, and that kinda scares me. Am I ready to jump back into sharing my space and my time with someone? 

I think the answer to that is that I will give up my solo Sundays when I find someone I feel is worthy enough of my time. Someone who I want to spend my time with, someone that I can't get enough of being around. Someone who I see the potential for a lifelong Sunday routine with. Now the question remains- How do I let my guard down enough to let someone in...