Sunday Stories: Sundays Are Mine


Green smoothie, sunshine, and a clean home — the perfect Sunday.


The power of "one more" in full effect. I woke up at 6:00 this morning, did laundry, cleaned my home, and worked out. The fridge is stocked, and all my affairs are in order.


There are some friends I want to see, but I can almost foresee how our conversations would go, and frankly, I am not in the mood for the back and forth. Someone told me that I'm in hermit mode. The truth is, I'm curating my world and allocating my resources wisely. I remember being 21 and hopping from one party to the next; another night, another club, four days a week, almost every week. I conclude that so far, my 30s are where it's at. I love my freedom, the ability to decline offers, and the emotional stability to stand by those decisions. I had several travel invitations, and I passed on them all.


For some people, it's fall. For others, it's spring. Honor the season you're in, but do not be complacent for too long. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The grass may look greener on the other side, and things can look more appealing from a distance, but get closer, and you will unveil the mask people wear.


Keep doing you, lonesome as it may feel at times. As Jim Rohn so eloquently put it, "Pain weighs ounces. Regret weighs tons." Practice delayed gratification, and soon enough, you will be flying first class to the South of France.