The day I have to actually practice slowing down.
People probably assume rest comes easy to me, but honestly it's the opposite. I'm go go go basically all the time, and stopping, actually relaxing and letting myself slow down, is something I genuinely struggle with. It doesn't come naturally. Sunday is the day I try to practice it on purpose, and over time a few things have made a real difference.
The biggest one is going for a long, slow walk on the beach. Not a fast walk, a slow one, with no shoes on and no headphones. There's something about walking slow with nothing in my ears that actually lets my nervous system calm down in a way that fast walks or distracted walks never do. I'll just stare at the ocean for a while, feel my feet in the sand, the sun on my skin, and let myself feel grounded. This part of the day matters more to me than almost anything else I do on a Sunday.
I also love using part of the day to call my family in Sweden, or catch up with friends or family I haven't talked to in a while. Hearing their voices and actually slowing down to talk, instead of just texting in between everything else, makes the day feel fuller somehow.
Since we live in San Diego, Sundays almost always involve the farmers market, and honestly it might be the best city for this. There's so much good, healthy produce, but we don't just go to shop, we go to browse. We'll spend a long time wandering through, finding handmade ceramics from local people, and of course sampling pretty much everything along the way. It's an easy, slow kind of morning that never feels rushed.
It's also a really nice day for my fiancé and I to just spend time together without rushing anywhere. Sometimes that means a full beach day, sometimes it means grabbing dinner somewhere and catching the sunset before the week starts again. Either way it feels like our reset, a chance to actually be together and let the weekend close out slowly instead of all at once.
We try to get laundry done before the weekend even starts, so Sunday doesn't turn into a day full of chores. But I'll be honest, I still love a good Sunday clean up. I usually end up organizing things that have been sitting around for a while, because I genuinely love waking up Monday to a clean, fresh house. It just makes starting the week feel easier.
Sunday afternoons are also when I spend time scrolling Pinterest, getting inspired, and doing a bit of research to prepare for the Pilates clients I have coming up that week, so I can start planning their sessions ahead of time.
I'm not someone who slows down easily. Sunday is the day I make myself do it anyway, slow walks, real conversations, no rushing, so that when Monday comes I actually feel ready instead of already behind.
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