Sunday ~ windows open, birds chirping and lawnmowers buzz in the distance.
3 weeks ago ~ snow; today ~ 70F.
Hubbs hurried around earlier as he readied for golf; I slept in, savored coffee and started a pot of soup. He’ll be back later, wind burnt and sore, happy and tired. We’ll visit over soup and smile at the day.
It really doesn’t matter what season it is, there’s something about Sundays that I love most.
It could be the quiet stillness of the house.
It could be the smell of supper lingering on the stove.
It could be meandering phone conversations with my sister or cousin or none at all.
It could be me starting a new book or reading 5 magazines or sitting on the floor sorting .shoes.
It could be towels tumbling in the dryer and fresh warm sheets on the bed.
It could be me that I spend my Sundays doing whatever I choose.
“Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story.”―
- How do you “spend” free time?
- Do you feel compelled to be productive and get things done?
- Are you able to let the day lead you?
- When’s the last time you had nothing to do and a whole day to do it?