I’m a very disciplined creature by nature…I’ve had to be. When you grow up in an unstable environment, you need regular rhythms to rely on, so six days a week I’m like a West Point Cadet.
I rise early, making my bed before going out to run. I do 15 minutes of floor exercises I’ve done for 20 years. There’s comfort in these rituals readying you for whatever is coming you have no control over: weather, work…the vagaries of others.
Buoys in the water to hold on to.
BUT….ON SUNDAYS…ALL BETS AND BUOYS ARE OFF!
Not only do I forgo my normal pattern, I don’t even worry on Sunday, leaving all my problems to be once again picked up first thing Monday morning.
Talk about feeling the wind in your hair.
I’m not religious by any means, but I like the idea that God rested on the 7th day.
I can’t imagine him doing sit-ups and laps while fluffing pillows preparing himself like a Navy Seal.
So on the 7th day, she rests too, and all I can say is, it’s highly recommended.