The Most Glorious Day Of The Week.

I love Sundays. It’s the day I get my soul in order.

No… I don’t head to church. I’m a spiritual person who finds church to be more about socializing than actual connecting with God - and therefore haven’t regularly attended church in almost 30 years because I found I really didn’t care for the whole scene. (Meaning: My connection to God didn’t - and still doesn’t - require the approach that most at church seem to need.)

Sundays are glorious days for cleaning up my energy because it’s the one day of the week I can guarantee my Self:

  • That I will actually cook my own supper

  • That I will get in a yoga class

  • That I will do laundry

  • That I will clean my kitchen

  • That I will meditate

  • That I will actually drink the advised amount of water that I should

But not in that order.

It’s nice to have a day where I have the energy to do all of these things. Because I am drained during the week, and often need Friday evening and all day Saturday to really recover. Sundays, by default, become the day where everything to get my life in order for the next week gets done.

I usually wake up around 7am and lounge in bed till nearly 8am. Then I’m up, making coffee and breakfast (sometimes oatmeal, sometimes coconut pancakes), and then back in bed to watch Meet The Press while I consume it.

(FYI: I start most days of the week this same way. Only it’s a half hour of lounging before I make coffee and oatmeal, then another half hour of eating and watching news. I get to drag it out on Sundays.)

After the fast breaking, I take a long hot bubble bath and read the NYTimes on my phone while soaking. Chances are I took a long hot bath before bed the night prior… But a shit I could not give about that fact. Bubble baths are one of my most favorite things in the world. I love them more than coffee.

So, you can see… They’re a big deal.

Around 10am is when I get my day started beyond my bedroom. I head downstairs, survey the life damage from the week and determine what kind of cleaning I need to do. (Once a month, I force myself to spend an entire Saturday cleaning the house… So most Sundays it’s simple tidying and tackling the kitchen.) Shortly after determining what needs to be done, I head out to the Trader Joe’s (I walk if I don’t have to buy any sparkling water) about a mile away.

By 11am, I am back home and ready to clean/meal prep/do laundry. It usually requires most of the time be spent in the kitchen.

This occupies the next two-ish to three-ish hours, depending on whether or not I stop to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls on Netflix that I have already watched fifty times in my life.

Then - provided it’s not raining - I head out for a hike in my neighborhood. There’s a nature preserve about a mile and a half from my house… So it take just over an hour to walk there, hike around in it, and walk back. By the time I get back, I usually need to head out to yoga class.

Yoga eats up about two hours - getting to class, taking the class, driving back from class. And then I hop into the shower and scrub my hair. Afterwards, I make my usual Sunday supper of bolognese… And sometimes have a glass of wine or a cocktail with it.

Depending on the season, I will watch whatever is on HBO Sunday nights. And by 8pm, it’s bubble bath time again. (It’s part of my usual nighttime routine.) Afterwards, I meditate for a few minutes (also part of my nighttime routine most days), and check my schedule for the week… (What days do I have to be downtown? What days will I work from home? Am I gonna be able to get a yoga class in after work? Do I have any meetings that will require me to where something fancier than jeans this week?)

I’m ready to read and drift off by 11pm. Recouped from the week behind me, ready to take on the week ahead of me.

It’s the best day of the week.

Cruelest day of the week? For me… Usually Tuesdays.

Tuesdays are the asshole day.