Easy, Breezy, Beautiful Sunday

What is it about Sunday? Growing up for me, Sunday was the day that you went to church. Afterwards, you’d come home eat that good home cooked meal then fall victim to the ‘itis.’ Don’t act like you don’t know what the itis is. You know it’s that euphoric feeling that comes over you after your belly is full, and all you can manage to do is unbuckle your pants or loosen that belt then suddenly you find yourself waking up from a peaceful slumber.  It gets so bad, you can’t even talk. All you can say is *deep exhale* ‘Oooh!’

 
Now that I’m in my 30’s I still see Sundays as that day. I spend my mornings in church. Thanking God for bringing through the week, and re-charging my faith for what’s to come. And to be honest, if I don’t, something doesn’t seem right. I spend my afternoon cooking or meal prepping in some way. Sometimes I may even do laundry. (sshh!..don’t tell my grandma). Most importantly I look forward to spending the day preparing for the week. I’m journaling, and filling out my Passion Planner (this excellent tool allowed me to see where my time was being wasted). I can’t exactly describe the mood, but I love the feeling. The day brings me peace, stability, and a sense of ready. As long as my Sundays are well spent, my week will start off content. Does this happen every week? Absolutely not. I have times where I’m just flat out lazy, and I don’t want to do anything. I’m human, that will happen from time to time. As long as I don’t let that laziness take over completely, I’m fine.

 
Just being able to lay my head down at the end of a Sunday, knowing I’ve prepared to the best of my ability brings me a feeling of accomplishment. As for the troubles the week will bring, that’s not my monkey or my circus.  I don’t worry about that. The world has troubles already set in place. That doesn’t mean I have to react to it. Not everything requires a response.

 
I’ve never understood how people always drag out of bed and into work with the Mundane Monday Blues. How, Sway? It makes me want to stop and ask if they were even aware that after Sunday comes a Monday. And if your Monday starts off with the blues, you’ve allowed that to carry over from Sunday. Uh-uh bag lady, can’t sit here! I don’t have time for those types of people. I’m a firm believer that you have to find your happy in what you have. Find it in your current, or present. Embrace that. Trust me when I say that feeling is phenomenal. Once it’s acquired you’ll find you won’t have time for the blues.

 
I could party from Friday sunset to sunrise Sunday morning and am still anxious to have my Sunday spent prepping for the week. Whether it be mentally, physically, or emotionally. I’ve always seen it as the last day of the week, yet a jumpstart to a new week. To me Sunday is that quiet stream David talks about in Psalm 23. And that kind of peace can’t be taken for granted.

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