I would love to live a life of perpetual Sundays. A life dedicated to days when you have nothing and everything to do. Where you have free reign to stay in your pajamas, naps are almost required and you always have enough time for tea and a good meal. Sundays have become my solace in a life of hurry, worry and work.
My Sundays always begin the same way, with groggy encrusted eyes, a stretch of my right arm until my shoulder gives an enjoyable “pop!” This sleepy ritual is followed by the ritual of coffee making, the slow and steady sign that “I am human, and I am alive.” Much like sundays, coffee is something else that calms and rejuvenates me (that’s part of the beauty of caffeine.)
After my keurig coffee maker gives the last gurgle signalling the true start to any day, I pick up the phone and I dial home. My mother sits on the other end of the phone, she is also drinking a cup of steaming coffee ready to express her concerns, love and life with me. I miss her. On Sunday, it’s okay to be lonely. We talk for almost exactly an hour every single week. This is also part of the beauty of sunday, nothing is every really planned and yet the routine still exists.
Every Sunday the plan is different. I can read, knit, create, write. Or, I can run errands and prepare for the week ahead. Most likely both. I can prepare a meal, read a few chapters and do laundry. Each item I cross off my list of “to-dos and should-dos” releases a little bit happiness into my heart. Every chapter and every grocery item is a promise that I will breeze through the upcoming week and make it to the other side.
Inevitably, Sunday always leads to Monday. The worst part of Sunday, is saying “Good bye, see next week.” Sundays fit me kind of like a best friend; snug enough to never want to let them go, but with the confidence that no matter how long of a break you take from them they will always fit you just perfectly. Going to bed on Sunday is always bitter sweet. It means I have to put aside the relaxation and prepare for a week of work. In my last few minutes of Sunday, I always make sure to be thankful for the peace and hope the day has left in me. I take my last few breaths of the weekend and I fall into a peaceful sleep, ready to take on the work week.