I have a toxic relationship with time. I’m either chasing, running from or just down right ignoring it. And while I can get caught up in analyzing why that's so, on Sundays, time and I make peace.
That means, whatever my family and I “do” on Sundays, is inspired by pleasure and not just another obligation. When I connect to pleasure, my battle with time dissolves like magic. It feels like we have plenty of time to get there, be there and enjoy there. The rushing falls away.
When I connect to pleasure, my battle with time dissolves like magic ✨
Is pleasure the cure to our hurried lives? There might be something to that; but I won't waste one more Sunday minute figuring it out. Instead, Im getting back pleasure.
Wishing you all the time in the world, this Sunday. xo, e