…it’s another day to a short but sweet break from the workweek. It makes me want to wish for a third day to the weekend, but helps me to savor the quiet and the break from the usual. My Sundays are usually made up of church during the morning and maybe catching up with errands in the afternoon, or just taking it easy at home which I don’t mind at all.
…it means another week is beginning. And I don’t know about you but I like the thought of starting over. I relish going back to routine and doing what I do very well. Life has been good enough that I actually look forward to the start of the workweek. (Must sound sickening to others, but I like what I do.) And beginnings mean life continues — and that’s something that I can hold on to when things get rough and it seems like the bad things never end.
I like thinking of being given the chance to have a do-over where necessary. It makes me hopeful and helps me move on.
Pinay New Yorker 