That Sunday feeling

 Today is Sunday. The most confusing day of the week. It is not as exciting like Saturday, and it is too close to Monday panic. It is just...there. An in-between day suspended between enjoyment and responsibility. Do you, reader, say "Thank God it's Sunday" or do you, like me say, "Ah! Sunday, we are here again." Sunday is the day when everything slows down as if on purpose. You wake up late, but somehow you are still tired. You eat, but you are not hungry. You scroll, but you are bored. You flip channels, but are not watching anything. You lie down, but you are restless. It is a day of lethargy. The hours on Sunday are longer than the hours on any other day, and yet somehow feel shorter. At 2 p.m. you think it must be 5 p.m., and at 5 p.m. it is somehow still 2 p.m.

I remember long ago as a kind, Sunday used to mean something very specific. Sunday was visiting day. Relatives appeared without warning, friends passed by "just to greet" and there was no phone call and no text to let you know. Sunday was also the only day of the day when we ate beef. Beef belonged to Sunday because Sunday was special and beef was a luxury. Even today, in many homes, this tradition survives. Sunday still smells like meat simmering slowly in a big saucepan, and Sunday still tastes heavier than any other day.

And then there were the Sunday Best clothes that we wore to church. These clothes did not ply, climb trees or sit in the dust. We wore them carefully to church and took them right off soon after we got back. We could not fully be ourselves in Sunday clothes. In fact, we appeared to be another version of ourselves. 

Now that we are older, Sunday has changed but not completely. We may not wear Sunday Best. We may not eat beef. We may not visit aunties. But the heaviness remains. Sunday, for me, carries a quiet anxiety because Sunday is not just Sunday. Sunday is the day before Monday. Sunday looms like Monday's bodyguard. Sunday evening whispers quietly or shouts loudly "tomorrow is coming." That knowledge alone can ruin an entire day. Sunday then becomes a waiting room. You are not resting properly and not working yet. You are just waiting to be productive, waiting to start the long week over. 

So when people say "Thank God it's Sunday," some of us smile while deep inside we are negotiating with time. Sunday is not bad. Sunday for me is not good either. Sunday is a type of mood; a slow, slightly bored, mildly anxious, lethargic, culturally complicated mood. So yes, thank God it's Sunday. But also... am I sure? 

Tell me about your Sundays. What does it look like? Do you get Sunday blues or do you actually enjoy Sundays? Please share your Sunday experience in the comments.