If you’re anything like me you’ve woken up on this beautiful Sunday morning with sun shining through your window, birds chirping and a headache the size of Canada that is a sharp and painful reminder of how much you drank last night. You might even feel some faint regret from your actions the night before (definitely after going back through your texts).
This is how Sundays always seem to begin… it’s not even a good place to start, but it goes further downhill from here.
I don't know what it is about Sundays. Some might call me crazy because I prefer Mondays over Sundays. Mondays win by a mile in my book. Between working and working out, I'm usually so busy that I don't have time to stop and dwell on just how ... alone I am. Monday-Thursday are ok because I have work keeping my mind busy, the gym and a friend or two to catch up with. Fridays and Saturdays need no explanation for why they’re fabulous. But come Sunday, I’ve got nothing to look forward to, the weekend is over and now I’m facing another boring, drudgy week of work.
On top of that, have you ever noticed that Sunday is “Couples day”… they’re everywhere! Out at your local cafe getting Brunch together, being active, holding hands as they walk down the street. Even when I’m standing in Coles trying to pick which microwave meal I’m going to suffer through, there are a dozen couples picking out a weeks worth of food together. Its completely insufferable!
I keep my head down and push through my day trying to block out all the cute couples. Fast forward to 4pm; my tasks for the day are done. I might message some girlfriends to see if they want to grab a bite to eat, but because all of my friends are in relationships and its “Couples day” the likelihood of me getting a friend-date is low. I know that Sundays are always known as the relaxing day… but there’s nothing relaxing about being left alone with no distraction other than your self-sabotaging thoughts all day and night. It’s usually at around 6pm on a Sunday that I enter panic mode. I’ll watch a chick flick, eat my feelings and get tempted to text the f*ckboys from my past. I can't just sit alone with my thoughts, stare at the wall and relax. Instead I’ll get lost in my own thoughts, drown in self-pity, and forget to be grateful for the things I DO have.
I know there are plenty of remedies to my problem… 1) get a pet 2) make plans earlier 3) take sleeping pills and sleep until its Monday; but they’re all just a band-aid for the unavoidable truth -- I’m afraid to be completely on my own.
So girls here’s a new week resolution : It’s all in your head. Emotions are thoughts and thoughts can be controlled. Being alone doesn’t have to mean being lonely. On this day more than any other be kind to yourself. Practice gratitude. Do something completely for you, treat yourself to a spa day or spend time looking up your next holiday. Revel in your independence and practice changing the negative flow of those thoughts into something more positive. Breathe and be grateful for what you’ve got… you don’t need a man to be complete, you just need to love yourself. From now on it won’t be Self-Sabotage Sunday, it will be Self-Care Sunday.