My mom was always a huge fan of calm Sunday evenings. She never liked us to go anywhere or do anything too exciting after dinner on Sundays; we were supposed to be settling down and planning for the week ahead. It was sometimes frustrating, but I think she was right in that you can undo all the good of the weekend with being too hurried or unsettled on Sunday night. Sunday night's not my favorite time of the week, because thinking about work feels like work, but I try to take my mom's advice and stay centered and peaceful.
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Sunday, August 7, 2011
Sundays (220/365)
My mom was always a huge fan of calm Sunday evenings. She never liked us to go anywhere or do anything too exciting after dinner on Sundays; we were supposed to be settling down and planning for the week ahead. It was sometimes frustrating, but I think she was right in that you can undo all the good of the weekend with being too hurried or unsettled on Sunday night. Sunday night's not my favorite time of the week, because thinking about work feels like work, but I try to take my mom's advice and stay centered and peaceful.
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