the luxury of Sunday mornings
Up until relatively recently I’ve spent a good chunk of my adult life working on the weekends. Usually this was because I was in school, or because there was more money to be made by working on a Sunday. Few other people that I knew had the weekends off (or any sort of regular schedule at all, really) and so getting up early to work on Sunday morning didn’t bother me too much.
But I’m done with school and with working part-time (for now, anyway) and so now having a regular schedule with weekends off is a bit of a luxury for me.
At first, I didn’t know what to do with myself. It had been years since I’d had Sundays off on a regular basis. I went several weeks in a row where I woke up early on Sunday anyway, feeling apprehensive and seized with the anxious feeling that I needed to desperately be doing something.
No longer. Today I’m appreciating being able to wander off by myself for a few hours and enjoy a double capuccino while the rain pours down outside.
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