Sunday is currently my favorite day of the week. I’ve developed a nice little routine – wake up whenever, watch my beloved Virginia Beach church on webcast, do a few chores, and get ready to go to Starbucks, where I’ll work on this blog or whatever other technological chores I might have.
I spend a lot of time on Sundays getting ready. The people at Starbucks probably think I’m crazy, as I come in almost every week, dressed in a cute outfit, makeup flawless, and hair done (although Sunday is often my Pinterest experiment day, so the hair might look a little off) – only to sit by myself staring at a computer for a few hours. I don’t quite match the other clientele, who are either here with friends, or dressed in comfy clothes, as is more befitting a long study or work sesh.
But, I don’t care. I do it because getting ready is something I really enjoy. It makes me feel good about myself and it’s a fun activity – in no way a chore. And, Sundays have become very special to me.
When I moved to Georgia in 2014, I knew it would take some time to get established and make friends. I didn’t realize, however, that a year and a half later, I’d still be working on it. Don’t get me wrong – I have made a few friends, and generally, I have at least one thing to do most weekends. But my social calendar has significantly slowed since VB, and there are days when the only human being I interact with is a cashier at 5 Guys or Ulta (honestly, those people should know me by name now). And for this extrovert, that’s really hard.
So, I come to Starbucks. Here, I’m not alone, even though no one is sitting across the table from me. With my music on, I am lost in my own world of daydreaming and writing, all while people and activity bustle around me.
I spent most of 2014 depressed, quite honestly. It was so contrary to my personality to be down, which only depressed me further – who was this person I was becoming? So, in 2015, I decided to do something about it. I don’t want to take all the credit, as I know God gave me grace and inspiration to get out of my funk. But, one of the things I did was start making the most of Sundays. Of course, I would prefer to go to the beach with all my friends, like I used to spend every Sunday, but that’s not my life right now. So, instead of bemoaning my fate, I decided to do what I enjoy, anyway – play with hair/makeup/clothes, write, and get myself a treat. The first couple of weeks, I still felt sorry for myself, but now that I’ve made it a routine, I genuinely look forward to my Sundays of beauty, peace, and sugar.
I say this to encourage anyone who’s not 100% happy with your situation in life. I’m confident that my season of solitary confinement will eventually pass, but in the meantime, I’ve found a way to enjoy the free time I have. And I’m sure that your season of – whatever – will also pass. Life ebbs and flows like that. But what can you do for yourself in the meantime to not only improve your mood and attitude, but also just your quality of life?
Maybe you can follow my lead and dress cute to go to Starbucks. If that’s your plan, here are a few ideas from my past Sundays:
I’m pretty sure this cut-out dress is actually a beach cover-up, but whatever. I really like it as a dress.
This outfit wasn’t super exciting to me, except that it was a new combo, and I love doing that. However, I received two compliments that day (from women – which always is higher praise, I think). That tends to be the case – the less effort I feel like I’ve put in, the better the look seems to be received.
I got to sit outside for a few hours on this particular Sunday – I love when that works out. It seems the best of both worlds: sunshine and fresh air, mixed with productivity. My legs did not get tan, but at least I didn’t look ridiculous sitting in the freezing Starbucks (I’m convinced they keep that thermostat at about 52 degrees) in my short shorts and pineapple tee.