Sundays are generally my least favourite day of the week. They just feel kind of "nothing-y"- stores open later, the roads are quiet, the whole city seems to exist in some kind of surreal suspension of time.
It's usually a day when I am franticcaly trying to get things organised for the coming week, stressed about an "empty" day ahead of me, panicking about the disruption to my usual routine with more people around the house, less of my usual distractions.
Today has been strange. I don't know what's happening this week- I might find out tomorrow if I am moving this week, and until I know what/when, I can't really plan. Today's meals were pretty much identical to yesterday (leftovers!) so I didn't have to think about that side of things. The usual bickering in my head has been strangely quiet. Normally when there is some kind of "hush", it feels kind of calm-before-storm-type-thing. Today has been peaceful. Truly living in the moment. I don't know what is happening this week, and a Sunday is a day when I can't do anything about it. I can't chase up people who work Mon - Fri, I can't check the post, I can't expect responses to emails. I just have to "be".
It's been really WEIRD. In a nice way, but weird nonetheless. I had my shower at 1pm instead of 2pm because I felt like it. I did my laundry today instead of tomorrow because I felt like it. I went for a walk and switched up my route because I felt like it. There were no earth-shattering revelations, no "AHA" moments, no huge epiphanies or walls smashed down. It was simply a day of tuning into what I *felt* like doing, rather than what I felt compelled to do.
I'm ready for a new week. I NEEDED a day of just "being"- accepting that I can't do anything about the upcoming week right here, right now, and just for today, I am okay with that.