I don’t think Sundays are harder than Saturdays, but they aren’t any easier either. I’m not going to talk about sleeping in again because maybe it’s no longer sleeping in. Maybe it’s just the time I get up now (although I will need to get up earlier to make it to work on time). Instead, I’ll just tell you how the challenge went.
I ignored my advice from yesterday and did the meditation lying next to Theo after putting him to bed. I managed to stay awake this time though. I think I’ll start increasing my meditation time every few days to see if that starts to have any noticeable effect on my day/outlook.
I did the mowing and running around with Theo combo again today. Not at the same time though. Even though it doesn’t sound as intentional as going for a run or a walk or something, I planned on counting the mowing, so that makes it intentional. Also, I did the front and back yards, breaking a sweat (several sweats actually) and everything.
I sent a short note to a friend telling her that I appreciate her art. It probably felt pretty out of the blue for her, so I think it fits squarely in the random act realm. I’ll be on the lookout for an opportunity for in-person kindness since I’ll be around more persons.
- I’m grateful for slow mornings where I can hang out with my family and make a comfort food breakfast (sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits), where I can enjoy several cups of coffee without worrying too much about what needs to be accomplished during the day, where I can watch my son “read” a stack of books, reciting most of the words and making up the rest, where I can be amazed at how smart he is and how much he is like me and his mother but in a synergy sort of way that almost makes him too good.
- I’m grateful for what sounds like dozens of frogs hanging out in our backyard and beyond, making the strangest sounds in an “isn’t nature interesting” sort of way.
- I’m grateful that Theo loves to read (see above).
We created a little nursery corner this weekend. As I mentioned, I got the crib set up yesterday. And today, we hung the various cute and crafty things that Melanie, her mom, and her friends have made for the babies. It is all adorable and personal and makes our room feel completely different. Also, it feels nice to do something with such a visual impact even when it isn’t necessarily a big deal.
So that’s a baker’s dozen. I almost want to say I’m almost halfway there. But I probably shouldn’t. That is living in tomorrow’s tomorrow. I should instead live in today. In the one where I get to go to sleep soon.