I love Sunday. I didn’t always, and I’ve suffered through the Sunday night blues like many others. But recently I’ve found my rhythm that allows me to look forward to the final day of the weekend, and embrace the whole day from morning through to bedtime.
For the longest time I’d been trying to find joy in Sunday by doing the same thing I did when I was in my twenties and thirties. Rushing around the city, fitting in as much as I could, from brunch, to lunch, to markets, browsing shops and making sure I was out for the whole day so I didn’t feel like I’d wasted it. But over the last few years, I’ve felt unfulfilled, often feeling low or down on a Sunday, and unsatisfied with the way I was living my life.
When I was in New Zealand over December 2018/January 2019 for six weeks, my time spent there was very different. I was fortunate to spend most of it on the east coast of New Zealand at my parents beach house. Being someone that needs A LOT of time to myself, I’d often take my laptop to a cafe, one where I could most likely see the ocean, or I’d head to the beach for the afternoon. It was there that something started to sink in. I felt peace and calm. Upon my return to London, I started out my Sunday’s in the same way I’d always done, brunch, usually in a vibrant and busy cafe, rushing about here and there, but something was off. I felt unsatisfied and low again. And then it dawned on me, that those things that I loved to do in my twenties and thirties, no longer made me happy. I thought back to my time in NZ, and realised I felt happy when I was amongst nature. And I feel sooo old typing this, but it was a huge realisation for me that I needed to spend my time differently in order to feel happy.
And so, my Sunday’s have changed. Finding joy in Sunday is different for everyone, for me perfect one is spent taking a long walk in a London park, the less touristy the better, followed by returning home late afternoon, to sit at our dining table in my own space, with soothing music, a glass of wine and my laptop, where I spend a good couple of hours reading travel blogs, planning upcoming trips and generally enjoying being in the moment, and a peaceful, calm moment at that. Not every Sunday is, or will be like this, and that’s fine too, because change is good. Today I went for brunch in East London with one of my closest friends, followed by a stroll through Columbia Road Flower Market and Brick Lane. I enjoyed it, I ate great food, I had quality time with my friend Jo, I saw interesting people, and then I was happy to come home to my dining room table, where I’m sat, with a glass of wine, Ray LaMontagne on the Sonos, and my laptop (obvs as I’m typing this on my Mac). And I feel calm, I feel ready for Monday and I feel grateful to have found a new groove, and to know what makes me happy in this new season of life in my forties.
How do you like to spend your Sunday?