What is it about Sunday afternoons that are so lazy feeling? It seems naps are appropriate. A leisure stroll through a park or a relaxed coffee at a corner cafe. Sundays seem to bring a sanity to the week ahead. An opportunity to clear the mind even if it means doing laundry or an errand or two. Sundays afternoons just have a sense of being casual. Like the feel of old jeans and a well worn shirt. That comfortable kicked back mood.
Sunday afternoons are valuable to me and I try to plan little. It is somewhat of a me day to not having huge demands on my time. It is a luxurious day to do what I please. Read, paint, write as I am now. Or if so incline, a sip of wine with a friend for a bit of conversation. It is a sense of balancing. A sense of cleansing and a sense of beginning anew. Sundays bring a sense of comfort and mellow the heart.
Even my cats seem to take Sunday afternoon a little differently then other days. They seem to be calmer, napping more if that is possible. They seem to know it is a special day. Birds beyond the door are heckled less, lizards at the window slapped at less. There doesn’t seem to be any hissing, either. A relaxed, laid back tone to the afternoon.
I love Sundays and cherish the time, the afternoon. I only wish the balance and the feeling of Sundays carried through each day. I think I would feel as though walking on petals every day if each day felt like Sunday. So I embrace the day, the afternoon and have a sense of well being for the week to come because of the special laid back tone Sundays offer.