why we are lazy on Sundays

Something Adam has done for me is teach me the value of the lazy Sunday.

I am getting better at believing in its power, and in trusting in it enough to not make plans on Sundays.

You see, I am a little bit addicted to my “to-do” list. I get a lot of validation from ‘getting things done,’ and get a bit panicked if I am spending time just being. And while I think there is value in getting things done, I also have come to understand the need to be idle, too.

On Sundays, we are idle. We sleep in. No alarms are set. We drink coffee with a little Baileys in it. Sometimes we make a fried breakfast. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes I’ll check in with the Internet, sometimes I don’t at all. And the silence that creates in my mind is so peaceful, so restful.

Yesterday, after breakfast, I lay on the couch and read a while. Then I put the book down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep a little more.

Later, I got up and ate cucumbers and tomatoes with crackers, cheese and mayo for lunch. I went to the beach, read my book, and swam. And on the way home I stopped and sat in the parking lot of Lick-a-Treat and ate a small mint chocolate-chip ice cream cone.

That’s the kind of “to-do” list I like to tend to on Sundays.