Sundays are quite the struggle for me.
I want to get something done, but today I seemed programmed to rest. I slept past my alarm, I didn’t work out very long, I didn’t get much writing done.
That’s okay. It has to be okay to have days like today.
Besides, it’s Easter. No one is getting anything done on Easter, are they? (I know it’s really fun to read me talking myself into resting.)
This post feels so in conflict with my last one, that I am tempted to scrap it here and try again. I know I shouldn’t do that. It’s not super honest of me if I write something about a high energy day when I just didn’t have any.
Seriously, so tempting.
Here I go. Deleti-.
I don’t know how to write that bit in text form.
Happy Easter. Thanks for reading.