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"Selfish" Sundays

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Sundays are my rest days. I call them "Selfish" Sundays for a reason. It's the one day of the week, where I do what I WANT to do and not because I need or have to do it. This includes sleeping in late, lounging around on the couch, watching some flicks on iTunes, reading a book in the hammock, taking the dogs for a drive around town or shopping for some new nail polish. I don't do all of these things every Sunday, but I sure do enjoy relaxing and not worry about the hectic day-to-day tasks of life.

When my husband and I first arrived in Italy, we were shocked that everything is closed on Sundays. The only thing we found open was the hospital and a couple bakeries. Coming from the United States where everything is pretty much open 24/7, it took some getting used to. However, after living here three years, we are noticing that Italy is becoming more and more Westernized in their belief that Sundays are the new Saturday and EVERYTHING is open now. While the store hours may not be all day, rest assured you can go shopping for just about anything you desire now on Sundays. The only except is that you cannot buy gasoline on Sundays (strange, I know). While some might be in favor of things being open on Sunday, I kind of liked that Italy was traditional and allowed families to be together on Sundays.

Sundays always remind me of my grandmother. She was a devout Christian and rarely missed a Sunday session of church and Bible study. I would often join her at church, not because I wanted learn about the Bible necessarily, but because I got to play the piano in front of the congregation (yes, God strike me down now). My grandmother encouraged my piano playing and paid for my lessons. She also encouraged my food addiction, but that's another story for another blog. I loved her and she loved me.

This Sunday is a very special one for me. Seventeen years ago today, my grandmother passed away on a Sunday much like today. It was hot, muggy and the sun was shining. I remember it like it happened yesterday. Growing up, I was raised in a single-parent household during a time when that was all too common. My mother worked various jobs until I was 2-years old and then she went to nursing school. It was during this time that my grandmother decided to let me stay with her because my mother needed the help. I lived with her off and on until I was about 12. My grandmother owned a restaurant until I was about 5 years old. I started learning to cook before I knew my A-B-Cs. I taught my sister, Autumn, who is 9 years older than me, how to make scrambled eggs when I was 3-years old. When I was 16, my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She had never smoked a day in her life. A year later, she succumbed to the ugly disease and I felt like my world collapsed underneath me. Our bond was much stronger than the bond I had with anyone else in my family, including my mother. She understood me and I understood her. I have not had a connection to another person like her since then. The closest connection would probably be my two best friends.

Years ago, I came across a quote by Anais Nin that reads, "Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." So, my "Sparkled" friends, with the start of a new week, I ask that you go out and help someone create a "new world," one where they can achieve something great within themselves. Sometimes all it takes is a little comfort and a big push!

Happy "Selfish" Sunday my sparky friends!

Ciao Tutti!




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RACHELZANE1809 2/4/2014 6:06PM

  Thanks for the great post. Sometimes I feel that I need to do a lot every day of the week, but truly we do need a day to just take it easy. You are an inspiration.

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HUNTETOWN 7/28/2013 2:18PM

    good for you, you deserve these "selfish" Sundays. The shopping story was the other way around for me, I'm from Germany where pretty much everything is closed on Sundays and locked down "early" in the evening the rest of the week. We moved to Canada almost 6 years ago. Sure, most places are "only" open from 12-5 on Sundays, but during the week our grocery stores are open 24 hrs now. Still seems a strange notion to me, I rather sleep at 2 AM then get milk & bread.
It's great to have such wonderful memories of your Grandmother! I'm sure she's looking down at you and is really proud of what you accomplished.
Sue


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STINASTEW 7/28/2013 12:28PM

    I'm glad you're taking Selfish Sundays as a true day to rest! :) It's really hard to just sit back & do nothing when you're going all.the.time. Enjoy your Sunday & spend it remembering the great memories you have w/your Grandma :)

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LADYFROMTHEWOOD 7/28/2013 12:27PM

    I believe in "selfish" Sundays too! We started it b/c of being Christians ourselves, but realized over the years that it truly has benefits to our bodies and minds to set aside one day a week to rest. Italy may truly have lost something when they copied Western ways.
Enjoy your day to the fullest! May the memories of your grandmother be happy and comforting.
~Teresa

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