I Wish Life Was More Like A Sunday

I came across this sentiment recently in notes I took a couple of years back whilst working my way through Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way. It was one of several items in a list of wishes that made me smile upon rediscovery. There is something about the sentiment that draws me still, so I thought I’d spend a moment or two on a Sunday and work out some of the elements of Sunday life that make it so special.

  • Sleep-ins. Best chance of a sleep in is on a Sunday. The working week is full of bustle, Saturdays fill up with things to do. Sundays are usually less hectic.
  • Catching up. A slower start to the day encourages a more leisurely pace. Sundays offer space for dawdling and pottering about, even if this means catching up on news missed during the week, or small chores left aside until a pocket of time appears. Sundays are full of such moments.
  • Sunshine. Not always guaranteed, of course, but if the weather is kind the temptation is strong to enjoy it with an outing or even just working in the garden with the sun on your shoulders. It is energising and grounding,  providing an energy store for workdays spent inside.
  • Just relaxing. That might sound obvious but without the usual bustle and to-doing, there is space to daydream or read a chapter in a book without interruption or haste, or listen – really listen – to the song playing in the background or the slower pace of the world outside.

What do Sundays mean to you?

[Photo: sunset in the Hartley valley]

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10 thoughts on “I Wish Life Was More Like A Sunday

  1. Sometimes, it takes me a day to unwind from work. Saturday can feel like an extension of the workweek with the responsibilities shifting from professional to personal; responsibilities nonetheless. So Sunday is definitely special.

    • Thanks, Gail. You are right – Saturdays can still be intruded upon by the working week as the mind processes the week that was. It makes Sundays all the more special ☺️

  2. Sunday is sitting on my deck listening to the birds, feeling my breath in between heartbeats. Sunday is a good time to savor a cigar. Sunday is the one day you have to plan very carefully to do nothing.

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