Non-Guilty Pleasure: Sunday Naps That Stretch Into Evening

It’s been a minute since I’ve written here. No grand return, just a quiet one, like waking up from a long Sunday nap…

There’s a certain kind of peace that only hits on a Sunday afternoon. The light’s soft, the air’s slow, and the world seems fine letting you rest. You close your eyes meaning to recharge for fifteen minutes, and next thing you know, the sun’s slipped away. No guilt, no rush, just your body catching up to itself.

I used to fight those naps, thinking rest had to be earned. Now I see them as permission. The week ahead always finds a way to be busy, so if Sunday offers stillness, I take it. The kind of nap that melts time is its own kind of grace, proof that not every good thing needs to be productive.

I Remain