Sundays are my days. 

They are days I can meditate longer. 

I get brunch with my wife. I get to drink coffee. Eat maple syrup. Indulge. Craziness!

Watch TV. Go for a walk. Marinate. 

They are my days. 

And when I claim a "my day," I notice everything in the world conspires to take it away. 

Emails that I "must" get to. Problems that "must" be solved. Small nagging things. Large nagging things. All knocking at my door. 

But you see, this is my day. So, if you find yourself needing that space. Needing that moment to reset. 

Claim it!

Know that everything will knock on your door begging to be let in. 

It's your choice to open it. 



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