Sundays are for sleeping in, dreaming and taking time out to relax. I used to work furiously on Sundays, burning my candle at both ends but no more. I’m over that and honestly, I’m not sure why I took to working on Sundays with such a vengeance.
So many retail Sundays.
So many Soho Sundays in a grand loft office in front of a Mac.
So many sluggish Sundays sewing, a passion that would grow tired because it became work.
So many Sundays catching up.
I alone am responsible for my Sundays past and allowing myself to squander what’s supposed to be a day or rest. Yes, there was money to be made and responsibilities to be met, but at what expense? I guess what I’m trying to express is that I’m finally at a point where I say no to work on Sundays at whatever cost. I now have personal boundaries, Sundays included, as well as set by me and me alone. I do not want to work on Sundays because I’d rather commune at church and reflect on the week ahead; make plans for my future with family and friends. And when I’m not doing the later, I want my Sundays to be sacred. PJs in bed, french press coffee, eggs, toast, jam, reading, napping and repeat all day long.
What about you? How do you feel about your Sunday?
PS. Below are images I snagged from the world wide web, the first actually being a sketch of what I hope will be my garden soon.