issue 2

by Olivia Muth

I am well-acquainted with the Sunday Scaries. When I began sixth grade, the transition from elementary school to middle school hit fast and hard - change just isn’t really my thing. To offset the nervousness that inevitably set in every Sunday, I created my own ritual; breakfast-for-dinner (pancakes and maple syrup are magical) and evenings spent watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition (Ty Pennington isn’t as effective as pancakes, I’m afraid).

“I’m afraid Sunday’s won’t be my favorite day of the week anymore.”

(Image: Instagram via @oliviamuth)

(Image: Instagram via @oliviamuth)

It may seem to be a strange combination but it worked and eventually, after settling into my new school, the Sunday Scaries vanished. In fact, suddenly I loved Sundays, which continued all the way through my college years. Last December I began interviewing for my “dream job” with a high-profile design house. I distinctly remember calling my friend between my first and second interview and saying these exact words, “I’m afraid Sunday’s won’t be my favorite day of the week anymore.” I ignored the red flags and my own intuition and convinced myself I was simply scared of change, just like when I was a kid. I conquered that and this, too, would pass.

I accepted the job and exactly what I was afraid of happening, did. Sunday became my least favorite day of the week. In fact, I found anxiety in every single day of the week. Mondays were scary because anything could happen. Tuesdays and Wednesdays were scary because they were insanely chaotic and busy. Let’s not even talk about Thursdays and Fridays - they were a blur because my boss usually left me to run the office while she was out of town. Those days always included the inevitable phone call with her screaming in the background. My Saturdays were haunted. I’d wake up in the morning, panic and frantically search my email to double-check I hadn’t forgotten to do anything. Waves of anxiety washed over me as Sunday morning crept closer and closer. Every week played out the same exact way.  

I found myself unhappy, unhealthy and filled with anxiety (all a story for another day). I quickly realized a change had to be made immediately. I wanted my Sundays back. I promised myself I would never let this happen again because, after all, I am the captain of this ship. I am in control and there is no way I will let a job or a boss (the main stress factor in this case) control me ever again. After many crying sessions on the phone with my parents and close friends, I got the courage to resign.

Two months since leaving what I thought was the ultimate dream job, I am changed. Over the last few months it feels like I aged a solid five years but I wouldn’t change a thing. I was lucky enough to find a new job (but really, home) at Sunday Forever and, once again, Sundays are nothing but love. No fear, no anxiety and complete happiness. Life is still a work-in-progress but I feel confident and hopeful about my future.

(Image: Instagram via @oliviamuth)

(Image: Instagram via @oliviamuth)

So, to quote my favorite line from one of my favorite movies, Silver Linings Playbook,

“The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That’s guaranteed. I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday’s my favorite day again.”




I like to sneak what I consider to be a fun workout class as an alternative to my monotonous gym routine, and Sunday is the perfect day for it. Usually done with friends, it's the type of thing that is social but also productive. I like to do a lower intensity class like hot yoga, barre, or pilates, since it allows me to stay focused and clear my head. Lately, I’ve been really into The Bar Method. My dreams of becoming a graceful ballerina are finally coming true. Plus, I feel so proud of myself for starting the week of right.


Every other Sunday I make the inevitable trek to the laundromat. I’m not going to lie or sugar-coat it, I hate it. I literally spend all week dreading the 7-block walk with my dirty laundry  (this is not an exaggeration, I’ve even upgraded to a cart) but most of the time, when the day finally comes, I realize it isn’t so bad. It’s actually (dare I say it?) peaceful. For two whole hours (and yes, it usually takes that much time) I sit in the laundromat, without wifi, and just focus on doing my laundry and catching up with the lady at the front desk. It’s a city living thing - you get to know the people who become part of your routine and it’s part of the charm of living here!  

Sometimes, I even bring some light reading material - an Us Weekly or a People Magazine and catch up on the week’s current events. In my version of the perfect Sunday, life in Celebrity Land is considered newsworthy. Even though I could do a wash and fold service, I secretly feel like I’m in an old episode of FRIENDS...although I’m sure the nostalgia of it will wear off soon.



Starting the week with a clean apartment is the most amazing feeling in the world. I put on my music at full-blast and scrub, wash and organize until my apartment is in order and my heart’s content. We’re talking everything, top to bottom. Afterwords, lighting my favorite candles - a combo of Coconut and Morning by Sunday Forever or Capri Blue Volcano candle creates a perfect state of zen as I enjoy my breakfast-for-dinner (why fix a ritual that isn’t broken?!).


My favorite part of Sunday is taking a hot shower followed by AMIKA Soulfood Nourishing Mask(it’s a hair mask). I put on my most comfortable pajama set (one of my faves for summer here) and put on Origins Clear Improvement Active Charcoal Mask. I like to do a clay mask on Sunday to remove any dirt that has accumulated throughout the week. As the mask dries I climb into bed and find something on Netflix - I am currently into Grace & Frankie (I have found that I am Grace minus about 40 years). After rinsing off my clay mask,  I follow up with BareMinerals Externalixir Skin- Volumizing Oil Serum and seal the deal with La Prairie Skin Caviar Luxe Sleep Mask (just want to clarify this was in fact a gift and not purchased by me...if it was I’d be living in my own brownstone in the West Village or something).


About a half hour before bed I do my absolute best to turn off my TV and cell phone (I know, so difficult). I pick an article to read out of Vogue or Harper’s Bazaar, or a chapter from the book I’m currently reading (Joe Biden’s, Promise Me, Dad is currently on my nightstand). This really help me unwind and relax as I get ready for whatever the week ahead holds. To wrap up the day, I do a five minute restful sleep meditation from the Simple Habit app before drifting off…

Olivia Muth is a 20-something creative based in Hoboken, NJ, living off of Gilmore Girls re-runs and unlimited mimosas. Striving to "live her best life" she's taking it day-by-day as she navigates this crazy world. You can follow her journey on Instagram @oliviamuth.