Everyday is Sunday

I woke up early this morning, in spite of myself. It was irritating. I like sleeping in on Sundays. It feels great after an entire week of hustling and living life that on one day you can take it easy. Yes, my friends, Sunday is my favorite day.

Growing up in the South, it was my experience that Sunday was a revered day. Most shops are closed. The primary business that was industrious were restaurants, but only because they knew no one else was working, and, as a result, would have a beaucoup amount of customers.

While I am an advocate for having a day of rest (and believe me, I take advantage of it), I think the concept of Sunday has been misaligned over the years. Sunday is treated more as a day of escape, than rest. It’s the one day that people feel can get away from the drudgery that’s called “Monday through Saturday”. Even then, people are not entirely satisfied, as they begin wishing Sunday was longer, or that there were two Sundays.

But why should Sunday be different than any other day? We could all be just as blithe and satisfied on Tuesday or Thursday, right? I feel that I live a great life. I’m in good health; I have the best friends someone could ask for; I have aspirations I’m pursuing. A long time ago, I realized that in order to have all these things, you can’t cram them all into one day.

Let’s be content every day. Knowing that we’re alive and that we’re loved.

Every day is a good day. Every day is Sunday. Peace.