I know it is Sunday. A typical Sunday. To me, Sunday has been always been a day of rest. For a time in my life, I was not well. Mentally. Those that know me in the physical world may scoff when I say this but I am all better now. Better in the sense that I can deal with my … hmmm. My … what shall we call it? My quirks. I understand what makes me tick.
For a time in my life, I refused to do anything on Sundays besides attend Mass. When someone suggested getting together over the weekend, if they suggested Sunday, I’d counter with how about Saturday instead?
Well because I was anxiety ridden and gearing up for work on Mondays was work … psychological work. Somehow wallowing made it all better. Mondays were NEVER the beast I made them out to be and I’d power through the work week until collapsing on Friday. My favorite day of the week has always been Friday!
I wonder what I was ever so worried about? And I know I will never be that way again. And I learned that about myself pre-COVID. In the last few years leading up to this, the myth of Sunday changed for me. I did not have to hide at home.
Post-COVID? My hypothesis is I will likely keep time in a completely different way. Maybe we all will? My favorite day of the week will no longer be Friday. My favorite day of the week will be all of them.
As always, more to come.