Waking up today I slowly realized it was Tuesday. That’s how it always is after a weekend – especially one that afforded me another day of Sunday. In examining the order of my days M-F is filled with exercise, yoga, writing, drawing, meetings, various responsibilities and friends. Saturday and Sunday I slide off that grid and land in my backyard. My husband is here and we do house projects and go out and celebrate our time together. I love Saturdays and Sundays because they are decidedly different from weekdays. That is important to me, even in retirement, that weekend time is reserved and special. I work well on that rhythm.
Today when I padded down the stairs and realized my husband was here for an extra day, I suddenly wanted one more Sunday. Tuesday could go fly a kite. I wanted one more day on my patio, planning my new fire pit. I wanted one more day covered in sunscreen, idling about the yard, with no particular place to go. I wanted to drag more items out to my free tree and clap like a kid when people took them. I wanted dusk to come and instead of rushing out for a meeting, I wanted one more night with some burgers and chilled wine by the fire instead of night yoga.
Another Sunday definitely sounded better than a Tuesday. Sometimes it’s good to examine the order of our days and maybe even change them up a bit. Have you ever tried a Sunday on a Tuesday? Tomorrow’s Wednesday and I think it’d work just as well.
And so, as another day goes by, my big project today – my wine holder planter – is done and ready for summer, I loved another day of Sunday, and…I have written.
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