Sundays used to be my favorite day.
There’s a quote about it in Silver Linings Playbook
Now, Sundays are a little different. I work six days in the week in the newsroom. Sundays I work at another job, and attempt to catch up on my work during breaks. Sundays are the days to race to the finish. Sundays are the days where I sit in front of a laptop, trying to piece anything I forgot over the week. Sundays are the day where I call my friend weekly right when church gets out, while typing up an analysis on a play I half read for a class.
Today that friend’s on a plane, traveling across the country. There’s no play to be read. There’s a pile of public records I should be sifting through right now. There are scripts to be written, sound bites that need to be edited. Instead I’m distracted. I keep staring at a mark on the living room wall. I repeatedly braid a strand of my hair.
Today I’m reminded what Sundays are really for - cuddling in bed with a cup of tea and a book. Long walks by Lake Alice. Catching up on CNN's Reliable Sources. Bagels from my favorite place across town.
Right now, I’m missing the real Sundays.
But now my phone is ringing - the call is a few minutes late, but my friend is still there. The stack of sheets next to me has shifted slightly as I jump for my phone. I pick it up.
“Hey,” he says. I can almost hear him smiling through the phone, and a dog barking in the background. “Happy Sunday.”
I open up a new tab on my laptop, and begin typing up my scripts. I listen as he laughs about his week. He listens as I tell him about my job interviews. In the background he can hear the sound of chatters upstairs, and I can hear the noise of a highway as he drives home.
And then he reminds me - there's always good in every day - even Sundays.