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Sundays Now

Being an adult is fantastic.

I mean, the bill paying and responsibility-taking is sort of meh, but the rest of it is pretty great.

Sundays now involve doing whatever the hell I want, on my own schedule, and to suit myself. Like, sleeping ’til 9, cuddling with my dogs, drinking coffee and eating fries for breakfast, and staying in my pajamas until I have to leave the house (sometimes never). Sometimes it means getting up, heading downtown for brunch with friends, and strolling in and out of shops and bars until it’s time to go home. Sometimes it means getting up and puttering around the house, walking the dogs, and cooking a ton.

Sundays then were waking up early to go to church and then Sunday school–someone else’s idea of a good use of time, not mine (#atheist)–and then coming home to do yard work and chores, and homework, and play outside if those other things were done. Someone else’s rules, priorities, goals. I guess that’s being a kid, right?

Um, nope. I’m good.

I’ll take the Sundays I choose, thanks.

And the best part of all of this is that I don’t see our Sunday priorities shifting (being child free-4-lyfe has its benefits). We can be 40, 50, 60, however old! and doing this if we want. Or we can be on a boat or the beach doing, again, whatever we want. It’s glorious.

Sunday is a great day to be alive.



If you are ever looking for some music to get you pumping, that is devoid of words, and can transition from the gym to the office to the subway, look no further than drumline marching bands.

Spotify is your friend.

Drumline is, unashamedly, one of my favorite movies. So naturally, listening to a whole bunch of awesome drumlines performing ridiculous cadences is a favorite way to motivate myself.

Like right now. Cleaning my office and getting it ready for the next occupant…and jamming out to some LOUD percussion.

I don’t even recognize myself right now, you guys.


You’re Either Doing Something Right

Or you’re about to crash and burn.

By 8:00am today, I had already taken a nap.

I mean, it was an inadvertent nap, sure, but a nap nonetheless.

Steve and I have managed to stick pretty religiously to waking up at 5:45am, working out for about 25-30 minutes in the gym, then getting our days started from there. And it’s been much easier and more beneficial than I had imagined.

Except today. It’s basically dark out–still–at 9:30am. It’s one of those dreaded dreary spring days that I tell myself are necessary because they make the flowers grow.

But really, I just want to go back to sleep. We’re in the last push of the school year and in my new role (oh, yeah, #promoted) I’m handling a lot more….including my old role (#backfillplease). Events on events on events, coupled with being the only counselor in the office for almost a week…mental health day is a-calling. I love the work and I love the pace but good lord I need another nap. And it’s only 9:37am.

But looking at my schedule, that’s just not going to happen.

So I’ll sleep later.