Sunday

If Sunday were a person she'd be a wise, perhaps middle aged yogi. She'd be a calm soul, slow to action or anger, but purposeful in all she did.  

Sunday would know how to appreciate the morning quiet and set intentions for her day. She'd have goals to be mindful and choose kindness when interacting with others. 

Sunday would go about her daily tasks and more than likely, get side tracked by others. Others who want to share in her warmth and offer the same sense of peace she radiates and perhaps others who might concern her due to their pain. Sunday would see past the hurting and do her best to offer a comforting moment to those in need. And while Sunday would do her best to appease, help and guide all those around her, Sunday would grow tired.

She would then know it was time to replenish her own soul and retreat. It may be within a favorite book or television show, but Sunday would steel herself against the day. Settling into her comfort once again, she would replay the highlights of her day, along with the low-lights. She would ruminate far too long on what she could have done better and then force her mind to shift to take stock of her blessings. Ending the day with gratitude, Sunday would pray for a return to the quiet and calm soul she awoke with and hope to bring it into her meeting with Monday, the next day.