One day a week. It’s a habit worth getting into.
In the old days of the ’60s, Sunday was THE day of rest.
Yet, we wouldn’t rest. We’d be getting all tarted up in our Sunday best and hustling out the door to do our duty at the local church where we’d be called on to do, listen, and then donate. That, at least, was the view from my young eyes. Heck, we even had a Sunday school! That’s no break! Nope.
After a time, we didn’t go to church anymore. In fact, I have a hard time remembering any of our neighbours who went to church by the late ’60s. We had a Nothing Day.
This was a good thing. As a teen and into my 20s, jobs on Sundays were a godsend…a nice break from studying. Later, as a parent, Sunday was the designated family day…plus other assorted chores and tasks that hung over from the week. I cherished those days and still look on them with more than a little nostalgia. But that changed…
After the kids had grown and left (a time I call “When Dad became a title rather than a job description”) I was a bit stuck for things to do. The whole schedule and my mindset was altered. It’d been close onto 4 decades since I’d had no dependents and the days were starting to merge into each other and there was no structure in life.
So, I started enforcing a Rest, Relax, and Rejuvenate Day. It is on Mondays. On those Mondays, I do as little as possible. It forces me to think about life, saves me money since I’m not out “buying fun”, it forces me to slow down.
I think it saved my life and my inner calm.
Lift a glass of cheer to a Rest, Relax, and Rejuvenate day and may we all get to enjoy one regularly.