On my drive back to Connecticut from Boston this morning, I began thinking about how fitting it is that March and our slicing challenge starts on a Sunday. I began thinking about my relationship with Sunday’s. Sunday’s are for beginnings and sometimes that can feel overwhelming.
They can feel so overwhelming that this feeling has a term; the ‘Sunday scaires.’ Each Sunday, I too seem to experience a few moments of these oh so real ‘Sunday scaries’; moments where I might feel butterflies, feel a little hot, and I might feel my heart begin to beat a little faster as I think about all I have to accomplish in the upcoming week. Sure enough, these feelings all presented themselves this Sunday as I zoomed down the Mass Pike.
As these “scary” thoughts of report card due dates, teaching complimentary angles, and parent meetings surrounded me, I began thinking about when ‘Sunday scaries’ weren’t such a thing for me. Growing up, I loved Sundays. I loved the smell of my Grandma’s homemade pasta sauce and the sounds of all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins catching up about our past week and what was to come in our upcoming week. Over our spaghetti, meatballs and ginger ale, we all conversed and reflected.
With full bellies, we all left Grandma’s feeling ready to take on the week. It was the perfect closing and beginning of each week. While I certainly miss these Sunday pasta nights, I also miss this feeling of reflection and gratitude heading into my week. I think I’m all set with Sunday scaries. I’m heading into March with more Sunday night pasta feelings.
I pulled into my driveway feeling ready to take on the week, ready to take on this new challenge. Thanks Sunday pasta nights, I missed you.