Zen Day

Sunday is quickly becoming my favorite day of the week. I have fallen into a very relaxing and productive little Sunday routine that truly makes me happy.

I get to sleep in. Whenever I do get up, I mosey on over to the gym where I get to enjoy a nice workout and a proper shower. (Remember how mine is made for midgets? I've gotten very accustom to showering in public.) On the way home from the gym, I pick up the Sunday Times (about 3 lbs of newspaper) and stop in my now favorite coffee shop, the Bean and Cup. I am on a mission to become a regular there. After a few hours of reading the paper, I pack it all up and go to the grocery store where I pick up whatever I need for the week as well as something special for dinner Sunday night. I like cooking something properly for myself every now and then. Part of me thinks it's kind of pathetic - picking up the single sized serving of chicken - but I really enjoy cooking and I really see no problem with treating myself to an extravagant home cooked meal once a week. Last week I made grilled red pepper and black bean fajitas and this week I am going to make a proper roast dinner with roast potatoes and everything.

I've always been a bit of a loner (and too shy for my own good), which is why it's always been hard for me to meet new people/make friends. During the rest of the week, this sometimes gnaws at me. I worry that I'll never really have a close group of friends again. I worry people actively try not to include me. I worry about how other people view me or what they think of me. But, on Sundays, I don't have to worry. I just get to enjoy my workout, my paper, my coffee, my dinner... my routine. I just get to be with myself and forget the rest of the world for a little while - and it's really nice.

I think this might make me a crazy person, but I'm ok with that.