Slowing Down My Weekends.
I refuse to base my fulfillment on weekends. Oh no, I won't be that person who wakes up every weekday morning wishing it was weekend already to rest. I consider it a cardinal conviction of mine: to appreciate and cherish every single day for what it is and find joy, fulfillment and love in it. And I must say, my conviction has rooted very firmly, but still... Don't you think weekends have a peaceful aura about them? My most cherished memory of weekends is an eleven-year-old me, waking up on Saturday mornings a little later than usual to my mother preparing us cinnamon-coffee with extra foam on top. I remember spending an hour or so in bed with my mother, watching my baby-sister using her fingers to lick the foam from my cup and laughing hysterically over how she would get her cheeks all stained. I remember talking to my mother about what I dreamed of the night before and slowly, it would be my sister having her breakfast in front of a TV with children songs blaring in the backg