Confession—>I was reminded last week that I broke one of my new rules.
Months ago, I decided that I no longer would work on Sunday’s.
I decided that I must have a day of rest. If the year on your birth certificate reads near mine you will recall what this feels like.
It is called a day of rest.
- No shopping
- No working
- No running around doing chores
A quiet day.
Have you considered doing the same? A day of no hustle and bustle. A day of family, fun, rest? I would love to know…
For me, I have refined my “evil ways”. Sundays will become my day of rest.