What day is your day of rest?
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October 10th, 2015
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I was relaxing today, and realized it was the first time in a really long time, that I just sat with my feet up, really comfortable, and felt a moment of bliss from not doing much of anything. I used to have that feeling much more often.
Today is Saturday, and that is the Jewish Sabbath, and I thought to myself that Saturday is a much more natural rest day to me than Sunday when working M-F. Sometimes I think about how some of the traditions of Judaism might work well for me if I took it more seriously. That’s really just a side note though, the Q isn’t really about religion.
When I worked retail my relax day varied all over the place, because my schedule varied so much. What was pretty consistent was if I worked 4+ days in a row, my first day off was a rest catch up day. It’s why I never liked when my days off were together.
Do you have a regular day that you really rest, or a day you put aside for fun every week? What day is it?
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My life has never been balanced, I give up on it. haha
I have either enjoyed a lot of relaxation and flexibility or, I am going at warp speed. This next few weeks will be a warp speed, no days off scene. House and horse sitting and along with some other dates on the calendar I will not have a day off between last Sunday ( my usual, not for religious reasons, just scheduling ) and the 25th.
I am relaxing right now after finishing all the evening duties here, sitting in a nice leather recliner with my laptop in a very lovely house. It is warm out, and I have all the windows open, ceiling fans whirring away and it is just dusk now with a beautiful sunset dwindling on the horizon. This place has a great view and so even though I am busy I am enjoying my surroundings and the environment is relaxing. I prefer split days too but since I am doing a lot of house and pet and ranch sitting gigs that is not always feasible.
When my breath stops followed quickly thereafter by my heart.
No. I’ve always got work to do of some sort. If I had to name a day, it would be Sunday. Probably only because historically the shops were shut and everyone was home. Now the shops are open and we’ve all got things on regardless of the day.
The day after Sunday but before Monday.
Now that I’m in school, I wish I had more time. School during the week, work on the weekends and holidays. Back in the Summer, my rest day was Sunday, but my weekend was Sunday-Monday, so it was equivalent to your Saturday.
Hard to say. Theorically, I have a day off on Sunday and some time rest in the evening, but I can’t rest when I know I have work to prepare, and I can’t predict when work will come. I can go for weeks without rest.
Sunday the last day of the weekend is the one day I usually set aside to sleep in, chill and go outside and do my favorite thing to do and is be out in nature in some activity or another. It could be that I do this out of habit from my formative Catholic years where we had a similar tradition of spending the day as a Family relaxing together. Today though is that one Sunday of the year that I will work my ass off winterizing the lake house and boats and I am taking tomorrow off from work to then relax and go enjoy the fall colors.
I’m off both Saturday ad Sunday so both days I can take my time in the morning, drink coffee, take a shower later, do some stuff around the house. Depending on what’s going on with my daughter (birthday parties, etc.) I may go shopping on a Saturday or maybe catch a movie, or maybe stay home all day. I love to relax and enjoy free time, but I am usually feeling obligated to organize some things like clothes (soon it will be time to take out the winter clothes and put away the short sleeved shirts), go through daughter’s clothes to get rid of what doesn’t fit, etc.
I do laundry all the time – sometimes a load on a week night, sometimes a load or two on weekend.
Today I’m going to clean, make a Halloween wreath and then the cable guy is coming to change up the modem and DVR. Then this evening, who knows. Maybe visit friends’ house for dinner or maybe a movie.
Not much choice here. The village I live near closes down tight and the people spend all Sunday with their families or at one gathering or another. It is the one day that they reserve for this. It is also a day for visiting as it is the one day you will find a person at home not occupied by some necessary chore. Ha. The men. After being packed off to church by their wives, the men finally get to rest after a long week on the water. The women socialize more and the work of feeding their families is often shared among them on Sundays. The women appear to work smarter, but they never seem to rest for long. They are almost always in motion, even on Sunday. They are the undisputed social engineers. Most of the men are fishermen, old style, as in subsistence living, and the old ones tend the gardens and animals. They toil hard and their fingers are bent with sinew and callouses by the time they are in their twenties from working and repairing the nets since before puberty. Young men with old men’s hands.
I do less on Sundays, but the animals still must be attended to. They can’t be bothered by calendars and clocks and church-going, but they must be pastured and milked and fed. I don’t schedule any projects for Sundays as that might necessitate a ride into town for something and nothing is open anyway, so putting such things off until Monday, or Tuesday, or… is just fine and makes sense.
Otherwise, Sunday isn’t much different from other days around here. I wake at around dawn, tend to the animals, get home from the orchards and fields about noon or so, eat and take a nap in a lounge chair on the porch. Sam wakes me with a snuffle from his wet nose, a sharp bark, or a tug at my sleeve when it’s time to get going again.
He has no conception of Sunday. He only knows that he is special, that we are partners and the other animals are our charges. He is the perfect sergeant major. Like all dogs, he lives in Now. Now we nap. Now we work. Now we eat. Now we sleep. Tomorrow doesn’t exist for him. He doesn’t worry needlessly if we’re ready for the next hurricane, or when the next feral animal will get at the chickens, or how badly he fucked up the other day. He focuses on what’s important. Here and Now. He shows me daily the value in that. Sunday is just like the day before and the day after here. And when you make your days good days, that’s not bad at all.
@Espiritus_Corvus Yes, animals do live solely, in the now, especially when it comes to feeding time. They know it is time to eat NOW! No getting around 11 horses that see the lights go on in the house at 6:30 am and start whinnying and banging their gates and 4 dogs dancing for their breakfast the second your feet hit the floor. haha
There are 3 isles of paddocks here and I can’t roll that hay cart along fast enough. lol
2 of the dogs are Border Collies here too, Nellie & Dooley, I love them, so smart, always watching.
The day after Thanksgiving
Sunday. I live in a place where Sundays are taken seriously – no mowing your lawn, no DIY-projects, errands are impossible to take care of because stores are closed. I hope that won’t change for a while, I love the quiet Sundays.
I got it all done! BooYa! Time to watch the sunset!
Used to be Friday night to Sunday noon. But now that I’m retired, every day is as much of a day of rest as I choose it to be.
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