“Am I wasting my Sunday?“, along with “Am I hungry?” might be the two questions I have been asking myself the most throughout my life.
The first question has become even more daunting these days as I am trying to live mindfully and savour the lockdown days. As this too will pass.
As a young adult, Sunday hadn’t been a favorite. In fact, for a long time, it resided in the bottom half of my favorite-days list.
It hasn’t always been the case, though. When I was much younger, I like Sundays. It was the family time; of hanging out with cousins, building the FMC empire, and eating home-baked cakes.
Then I grew older and started hating Sundays because I couldn’t go out and do whatever it’s angst teenagers had to do.
Eventually, I grew up some more, started working and hating my job. I stayed in the same job for five years; during that period, Sundays were down-right depressing. After I quit the damned job, moved to another country and started working in a another company that I enjoyed, Sunday started to become acceptable.
But it was just that, acceptable.
With the past “traumas” around it, Sunday still carries so much pressure for me. The pressure of utilizing it to the max. Which is not easy as I am perpetually lazy. Ugh!
Today, like most Sundays even before the lockdown, I stayed at home.
I drank my coffee in bed, pulled a tarot card, write the morning pages on my journal, meditated, watched The Blair Witch Project (watching a scary movie on Sunday morning has become a ritual that I cherish), sage the house with palo santo wood to increase the good vibes, and finished reading Hiromi Kawakami’s People in My Neighbourhood.
In the afternoon I showered, purged my makeup collection, listened to a true-crime podcast, face-timed my parents, did some blog maintenance, watched a Netflix original horror movie, and ordered spicy chicken for dinner.
Tonight, I am going to load the laundry, play Animal Crossing, and read.
Still, I don’t feel like it’s enough.
I didn’t get out of the bed until midday, didn’t socialize (this particular one thanks to lockdown/Covid/pandemic/dumpster-fire of 2020) nor cook. I clocked in less than 2k steps today,
Does this mean I have wasted my Sunday?