Life is just not on Sunday! 

Hello World! I have read many books about life philosophies. About how to live a life, how to maintain your thoughts, practising gratitude, putting yourself first, being kind to yourself, positive mindset, investing in yourself and the list goes on…

“Okay Stop”. I admit I was a bit irritated here. I have read them all, and they are super accurate without any denial. Maybe you guys have read the same things, or some bookworms have read more than me. We have all read thousands of quotes on Instagram, Facebook, Google, WhatsApp etc. 

I am not here to explain the same. I am sure you are also as done with them as I am! Wink!

Then you must be wondering what this is all about.

This title refers to a small and insignificant incident that occurred while I was sitting with my favourite colleague. And I am so excited to share this with all of you guys.  But before we dive in answer me something.

We have all read many things about life, but the question is how much of it we actually implement in real life. Everyone has their own definition of success and life, but when you ask anyone for a definition of Sunday. They will have a list of chores pending at home, plans, or relaxing time; for some, it is the only day of the week when they can go to the restaurant or have fun with friends.

Well, don’t you guys agree with the title when I say, “Life is just not on Sunday?”

I know some might disagree—we can’t go to a restaurant every day, or we can’t meet friends every day—who has the time? Guess what? I absolutely agree with you guys as well.

If you ever knew my schedule, you would wonder, "Who is he/she to say this?"

Then what makes me write such a long blog? What changed my schedule?

So, let's dive in without any more words. Wink!

Yesterday, I met with a small accident—no big injuries though—but I broke one of my teeth. My favorite canine. It sounds weird, funny, and childish, and it is. In fact, everyone in my office used the exact same words,  but it's true. It was my favorite canine, which made me feel like a vampire. Now that sounds hilarious. While writing out this case study, I heard these again. My seniors even suggested I skip this as it seemed a bit childish, but today this blog is all about living life to the fullest without any filters, so here I am. 

The next day, - My mind was not cooperating with me; I was not even in the mood to work, and then my colleague walked into my office. He said, "Let’s go for a drive.” I must admit that I enjoyed the ride. Though he is my colleague, he is a new person who entered my life just a month ago. I enjoyed my time and surprisingly, felt much more relaxed than I had been all day!

During our further work conversations after our return, we just got to the point where we both needed to attend an event, and I was absolutely not in the mood. On the other hand, another colleague from my office was on ongoing work calls with clients. One, two, three, and once more. In a short pause, when asked that - it's been eight o’clock now. Don’t you have a family to go home to? He answered, "I have calls lined up; I will be late." I will give them my entire time on Sunday.

Wait what! I and my colleague were both surprised to hear that.  Are you serious, but you know what I found amusing? I was sitting with ‘my colleague in my office’ at the same time, at 8’ o'clock. So, who am I to question him?

I am no better than him. We are both breathing the same air. I looked at my colleague and was aware that, all the feelings in that room were mutual. My colleague, the other colleague, and I all realized the same thing.

Why only Sunday?

Why is life all about Sunday? Why do we hate Mondays so much?

Danm, the answer was simple, yet it embarrassed all three of us.

My office concludes at 6, but my people with a lot of work stay till 8, 10, even 3 at night. working hard and giving their best in their jobs.

That response from this newlywed young man shook me to my core.

Is it necessary to just live on Sunday?

My mind was clouded with these thoughts my entire way back home. 

The next day I woke up, followed my morning routine, and realized I did not have one. I wake up, dress up, and go to work.

Where is the breakfast? Where is mom's time to appreciate her cooking? Where is the time for self-care?

Do I have any? No, I don’t.

When I reached the office, the day was the same as any other. But there was a slight difference today.

My heart told me, “You Women, I am gonna shut down that brain of yours precisely at 6.” And so it happened.

I finished my work, and precisely at 6, I left my office.

When I got home, I had no idea what to do with the time I had left. This scared me.  My mind went on a roller coaster again, the thoughts closed once more, and I wondered,  "What am I doing?" Just like a robot, I wake up, go to the office, work, come home, cook, have dinner, and sleep.

Where are my friends, where is my guitar, where are my skates, why don't I have a recharge on my TV, why is there dust on my fantasy books, and why is my sketchbook all empty?

The answer to all those questions was just one. Because I just live my life on SUNDAY.

When I came out of the storm of my questions and thoughts, I dusted off my skates and went to the community park. I did skate for about an hour, free of any worry. After a long time, I touched my pair of skates. It felt like I was a small teen girl flying all over again. While relaxing and enjoying the present moment without planning - what tasks are to be completed before the day ends? What should be my next strategy? What is my next goal? Blank.  Nothing clouded my mind. 

I went home, had a cold shower, and then sat down with my little pocket diary and listed down the things I had left behind.

The next thing I did was…

Stay tuned for PART TWO to find out what the next step was that I took that day!