Sunday mornings…a time of solace, reflection.
Some people go to church, some people take walks, some people sleep in-hoping that Monday will not creep in on them if they keep those eyes shut tight.
No matter what you do on your Sunday, Sunday’s can be the best day of the week if you let them be.
As fall approaches, men will grunt and yell at their televisions as their favorite teams pummel each other over an oval shaped symbol of Americana. Mothers will unite at grocery store check-out lines buying sandwich meat and assorted juice boxes to start off the week. Children will try to play outside, catch up on homework, feign an illness–anything to prolong these days of solitude known as “The Weekend” for just a few more hours. But all these activities are better than sulking around wishing away the start of the work week–as Monster would put it–”Fighting off the Mondays.”
I enjoy my Sunday.
I get up early(ish), take a long walk and appreciate the changes of the leaves right before the official start of fall. I might do a round of pilates in my room, meet up with my best friend at the mall, cook a little, and just relax with a bottle of white wine and crackers while watching HGTV.
I have no problem telling anyone who spends Sunday complaining about what’s ahead that this is your last moment of “me-time,” your last few hours of worry-free splendor. Why waste it anticipating what’s to come? When it comes to us working girls, we only get 48 hours to run away from our hectic work lives. A time to get away from politics, Google News, and all things job-related. So just enjoy it. It’ll be another 120 hours before you get to do it again.
With that being said, I’m off to embrace my day, welcome it with arms wide open (and maybe hit up a sale or two, after all, girl’s gotta shop!).
What are you doing with your day?
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