Sunday. The end of a week or the beginning of a new one. That's debatable. I always used to think of it as the beginning, or is it Monday that marks the beginning of the new week? This is something to ponder, just as yin and yang, exiting and entering, ending and beginning, are all at once opposites and so much the same. And, the way we view these parts of our lives is relevant.
My typical Sunday. Clean, catch up on email, laundry, grocery shopping, cook, pay bills. The beginning of the week demands these types of preparations, and I (think I) am a slave to getting ready for the new week ahead.
This Sunday. Well, it is indeed the end of the 28-Day Challenge. Day 28. The finish line. And with that shift in rhythm, I am stepping back to assess this day as the end of something rather than the beginning, and I am going to make some decisions about how I want to spend it.
My husband is home, my clients are not working, the mail man isn't picking up the bills today. Day of rest? I have heard that expression before, but believe it or not, I never thought twice about it.
If this truly is the end of the week, then it's the end of one of the crappiest weeks on record for my family (sick with a horrible bug, all of us, and a dear family member hospitalized in critical condition), and I am going to think about planning less and doing more, working a bit but relaxing more.
First step, making valentines with my kids. That's what I wanted to do this morning. And while I was doing it, I realized that I hardly ever get to enjoy these moments. I'm either cleaning, cooking, working, or prepping for the next event.
Today, though, I'm going for happy.