Issue 30 by GRETA TUFVESSON My husband and I used to spend our Sundays sleeping in, reading the newspaper and meandering the streets of the West Village. Sometimes we met up with friends for lunch, maybe we caught a movie, tried a new restaurant, or napped - the city was our oyster and my day was flexible and rarely planned. Today, my life is very different. I am a mother of two beautiful girls, I moved 3,000 miles away to California, and have a company, The Bevy, a bespoke matchmaking service. Each day starts at 6am and ends around 9ish....
By Dria Murphy How I spend my Sundays now is vastly different than it was four years ago. The biggest difference is not in the activities I do on Sundays, but in my mental state. Four years ago I had a “traditional” 9-to-5 stressful job and work week. Saturdays and Sundays were the only moments I had for myself amongst a less-than-fulfilling work environment. The “Sunday Scaries” were real. When Sunday came around, my anxiety would heighten in anticipation of the week ahead. I wasn’t able to enjoy the day because the “scaries” set in, took over, and left me...
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by Olivia Muth Welcome back. I’m sitting here writing this a full year later from when I last wrote my “How I Sunday” piece. At the time I had just quit my job and started a new chapter at Sunday Forever. I was “deprogramming” myself, as Ashli would say, from the structure and ways of my old job. I read back on my last “How I Sunday” and I can’t help but laugh a little. I can see the honesty in what I wrote but I can also see the perfectionist in me peaking through. While the story of how...