Sundays. Today is Sunday. I remember times when my Sundays were boring. Whole Sundays spent playing video games or doing nothing that really fulfilled me, and although it feels far away, it wasn’t that long ago. I remember when my Sundays were melancholic, nostalgic, even sad. They were Sundays dreaming of something that felt very far away.
I remember many Sundays when football made sense to me and I loved going to my grandparents’ house to watch the game with him. Those Sundays I was very happy, I would drop absolutely everything just to have that plan ☺️, and I wish I could do it once more. Now football doesn’t matter to me anymore.
I remember when I started playing guitar ages ago, my Sundays were great. Every Sunday I practiced with my friends at a rehearsal space. It was my first band. We all started from zero on our instruments and spent thousands of hours repeating songs again and again. I’ve watched recordings from back then and we sounded horrible, but it was amazing ❤️ I remember that time as one of the most beautiful in my life. My beginnings with the guitar 🎸
And I know that in a few years I will remember these Sundays in Galway, because they will end too. Calm and musical Sundays. Guitar Sundays. Sundays when I try to sing songs I couldn’t before, some with success and others where I still tell myself “Gato, patience, this song will come later!” 🎵
I will always remember these Sundays when I go to perform at the Roisin Dub pub in Galway. My first steps as a solo artist. Sundays with a flutter in my stomach, nervous but also confident. Sundays of letting go, exposing myself, and overcoming fears.
I love these Sundays. Sundays that don’t close a week, but welcome a wonderful Monday ❤️