As I’ve gotten older Sunday has become my favorite day of the week. Not because it beckons Monday, but because it has become the day I decidedly recharge my sleepy, weepy, achey-breaky batteries. It’s when I take care of all my mental bumps and bruises, and check in with little ‘ole me. It’s when I channel Queen Bey, make a conscious choice to maybe not shower, and to say with no sense of sarcasm, I woke up like this.
Despite that Sunday is the first day of a new week, I’ve always treated it as if it were the last. Monday through Friday we kill ourselves at our jobs, our various meetings and commitments, and then Saturday we kill ourselves doing all those random errands (like buying a shower rod) that we simply don’t have time for during the work week.
Then we go out that Saturday night, and either drink too much whiskey or eat too much hummus or both, which inevitably causes us to wake-up feeling slightly spent and slightly bloated. I’m telling you that this is absolutely normal and A-OK, because you have reached Sunday. The day of rest. God’s day. Dog’s day. Your day.
If you can keep your schedule vacant, please embrace this concept of a lazy (yet still positive and productive) Sunday. Take some extra time for YOU today, and get ready for that sassy bitch Monday. She’s a real asshole, so you better take a minute and relish your sweet, sweet Dimanche (that’s French for Sunday – I mean I’m sorry I know).
So here are 5 tips to making your Sunday that much more rejuvenating, light-hearted, and just y’know fuckin’ better:
Stay in bed longer. Do not set an alarm. Restrain every urge to jump out of your sheets, down coffee, and run out the door in your lululemon yoga pants. Instead, upon opening your eyes, close them again. Try to sleep ten more minutes. Or at the very least, just lie in bed and take a few deep breaths while cuddling your beloved pooch. Then perhaps turn on Netflix and drink coffee with Olivia Pope. Then perhaps order an egg sandwich from the corner deli. Still from bed. Just stay there for Christ’s sake. Stay there until you absolutely can’t stay there any longer.
Sing. I’m being totally serious. Singing is impossibly fun, and relieves all kinds of stress (if you’re not singing in front of people that is). I mean, I am not a very good singer. Some people would describe my singing as downright sad, and then less informed individuals would say I’m perhaps “better than average for sure, dude.” Regardless, on Sundays I have my own private concert starring me. I clean my toilet while singing along to Jessie J, Idina Menzel, and Joey Contreras (Joey it’s true, don’t leave me), and I could not be happier and less in my head. I’m not thinking about my difficult boss or my complicated writing pursuits. I’m just singing, and breathing. Singing and breathing in a judgment free zone. I dare you to try it.
Eat what you want. This might be 3:00pm bottomless brunch for some of you, or it might be stuffed-crust pizza for others. All of it is acceptable on Sunday. Treat yourself. You’ve eaten quinoa and done CrossFit all week, and your body is jonesin’ for a double cheeseburger with bacon. Just do it. You’ll pick up with your disciplined, fat-blasting workouts and kale on Monday.
Make your to-do list. From your sofa with a cocktail in hand, gingerly open your day planner. Earmark any significant work commitments, deadlines and special events for the upcoming week, and then carefully craft an organized to-do list that addresses each of them. Then once you feel prepared and have a confident plan of attack for the week, close your planner and make another cocktail. Also, it might be time to turn on the Kardashians. Just sayin’.
Spend time with people you really love. It is very rare that you will find me with anyone other than my fiancé, family, or close friends on Sunday. I mean if I’m avoiding you on Sunday, I hate to break it to you, but I just don’t want to deal with your face today. It’s not even that personal, but it’s my day where I do me and I only engage with people who make me supremely happy, and who also don’t at all judge the fact that I’m walking around in a shirt that says, “Everybody poops.”
So there you have it! Your tips to a better Sunday. Now go forth young lads and lassies. Go get thee a Sunday you can treasure. That makes you feel like a million damn dollars. Go do YOU today, ‘cuz I’ll sure as hell be doing me, and I might not be showering. DEUCES.