Monday brings out the worst in Sunday.
What? It’s true – society taught us to spend the final day of the weekend grieving the 48 hours that came before it, and then dreading what is to follow. This mindset is a product of early adulthood when Saturday nights ended on the latter side of 1 am, typically leading to the next-day decision of (rarely) finding a sense of productivity and (most likely) just melting into the couch. It’s a decision that never took much thought, for that matter – after all, they don’t call it the day of rest for nothing.
In today’s world, your Sunday morning muscle memory wakes you up with caution, and the pressure is on. You can’t tell what sounds worse – getting three weeks ahead on errands and starting a cabbage soup cleanse, or yelling Family Feud answers into the TV just to remember that Steve Harvey can’t actually hear you.
Either way, we would like to bring attention to the rather underrated, more moderate solution – the Softer Sunday.
This Sunday rendition involves some minor accomplishments here, some R&R there, and is designed for the woman that walks the line between the faint of heart and, well, the extremist. We find it to be the formula that best yields a good mood on a day that otherwise evokes… a lot of feelings.
So, if you’re cool to take our advice, here’s a play by play on the ideal Softer Sunday. Modify as you need, ignore what doesn’t serve you, and take it with a grain of salt… the Softer Sunday is now yours to enjoy.