Growing up, Sunday was a work day. My mom was single and we were Seventh-day Adventists, so Saturday was a day of rest and no work was done.
Sunday was go day. Grandma showed up once breakfast was over and we went to work. Laundry, gardening, deep cleaning, yard work, errands. It was endless.
Hard work was a virtue and a necessity.
Finishing a task was not an accomplishment or something to be praised. Nothing was to be praised. Finishing a task meant you simply went to the next task.
Sitting down for a few minutes and relaxing didn't really happen. Enjoy a cup of tea on the patio? Take a break and read a magazine? No way. Any short rest required the rester to say, "I'm being so lazy!" and then hopping up and getting back to work.
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with working hard and taking care of your home and family.
My challenge, my struggle, is getting rid of the anxiety that naturally occurs when I create a daily mental to do list that should really stretch over a week and the guilt that comes with not finishing it every day.
I tend to either work my ass off and still not accomplish all of it or just give up and laze the day completely away (pulling me deeper into the cycle).
Today I'm looking for balance and perspective. For a little quiet and a lot of accomplishment. To reach the end of the day and let go of whatever wasn't done. Knowing it will still be there tomorrow.