Sundays

I always get a headache on Sundays where I don't get to nap, which has happened to be almost every Sunday in my recent memory. How is that my body knows that it's Sunday, and that Sunday must be nap day?

I suppose I'm being strange by not writing my first blog post about how this is my new blog, and that I created it so that I could tell you all of the boring things of my life when I have nothing better to do... I'm not quite sure if I will actually use it to update you on my life, or just to catch the overflow of my mind's ponderings. But I suppose that it is my perogative, anyways.

I think my favorite memories of Sundays were those Jr. High-ish years where I would get to church at 7am for worship practice (for slides in those days), and during the 3 services either be in Sunday school, teaching Sunday school, sitting in the service, or eating chocolate chip bagels toasted with cream cheese at the bagel shop around the corner. Those were the "carefree" days of friends, when church was the most exciting time because you were assured to see them. And, of course always trying to finagle an afternoon get-together between friends. ANYTHING but having to sit at home in the afternoon while dad took a nap or watched golf. Of course, we had very few movies and no video games with which to occupy ourselves... I don't even remember what I did when I was bored those days. Email was just starting up, and instant messaging was one of the most giddy things I ever did. Then we always went to night church, without question, because that's what we did... but I distinctly remember always getting that lethargic headache right beforehand, and wishing I didn't have to go.

Now that I've been to college, and "grown up," church isn't as integrated to every activity of my life any longer. I'm comfortable admitting that I never found a church in LA that I wanted to call home, and I've had to work Sunday afternoons/evenings for at least the last 4 years, if not more. We'll see how my Sundays change in the next couple months.

What an interesting thing to think about... and all because of that familiar headache.