As my friends know, I’m very protective of my Sundays. To the extent that I have come to think of them as Selfish Sundays.
Unapologetically.
I’m glad to get brunch, or to meet for coffee. But once 2p or 3p rolls around on Sundays, I’m ready to be on my own.
Ask me to dinner. Suggest seeing a movie. Any other day? Cool. On Sunday, this is me.
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It all started with this guy. We’d usually spend Sunday afternoons apart, but get back together for dinner at the end of the day. While he was the better cook of the two of us, on Sundays, I’d whip something up while he played basketball with his friends. It became a fun little routine.
When we split, Sundays were hard. I cried a lot some Sundays. But I soon found it helped to plow through with what I had learned to enjoy.
Now Sundays are rarely anything but pure joy for me. I don’t make apologies for staying in bed past ten a.m. I blog (hi!). I walk around and think. I read books.
Do you have a ritual or routine you guard fiercely? If so, what does it entail?
I am protective of my nights after 9. After a day of taking care of business, I want to do what I want to do at 9 pm. I do not want to look at tax returns, iron a shirt, or help a procrastinator with a school project. I don’t think it’s too much to ask. That is a great GIF, by the way.
Don’t you love her? I’m going to bring her out a lot I think?
I am protective of my Sunday mornings as much as I can be with two kids. I am also protective of my time after 9pm.
Oh how much I love this post. All my mornings are very important. I insist on making breakfast and having coffee at home before heading into the world. I could sleep in but I rather have that quiet time in the morning to center myself before dealing with people all day. It helps that BF wakes up when I am leaving and I really have alone time to myself.
Rituals are so important. Thanks for sharing, lovely Luz!