Sundays have become my most dreaded day of the week. Somehow, I have given this day up to loneliness. This is now the sixth day of my work week. Rather than relaxing, I spend my time making lesson plans, cleaning the house, wandering around town, and merely floating.
Despite the demands of scheduling that have redesigned one of my favorite days, Sunday is a casualty of choices that I have made...choices that I wanted to make. I can no longer punish the day, punish myself.
Last week, I did the first good thing for myself that didn't involve anyone else holding my hand, making me commit, needing my help. I ran. I ran away from the ugly feelings threatening to boil over inside of me. I ran through the pain of harsh words and insults. I ran toward freedom.
This Sunday, I will run, first thing, when my children leave for the day. Sunday will no longer belong to everyone else...anyone else. It is time for me to reclaim what I love and enjoy about life.
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