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It’s August, which also means it’s the Sunday of the Year.
Have I ever shared with you my extremely specific Months-as-Days breakdown? If not, it goes like this. January and September are obviously Mondays, with their fresh starts and clean slates. February is a Tuesday. March is a Wednesday, but April is a Monday because it is a garbage month. May is a Thursday, and November is a Thursday that feels like a Monday. December is a Saturday. So is July. June is a Friday.
August is a Sunday. The only Sunday, in fact. I think December-Saturday’s smash-cut to January-Monday is what makes it so jarring.
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I don’t like Sundays. I want to like Sundays. Easy like Sunday Morning has truly never been my reality. Sundays are so easily infected by the Sunday Scaries, that feeling of anxiety before the week starts. For some people, the Sunday Scaries manifest as dread; mine is something more like pressure, knowing that for the next five or six days, I have to be “on,” and what if I can’t show up and perform how I want to?
If August is the Sunday of the year, then August is like a month of Scaries. There’s the twin pressures of cramming in summer activities before summer is over alongside the pressure of knowing you’ll have to “buckle down” when September rolls around with its routines. It’s amazing how embedded that Back to School feeling is.
I’ve been trying to mentally rebrand Sundays. To combat the Sundays Scaries (worrying), I’ve started implementing Set Up for Success Sundays (taking action). What are a few things I can do today that Future Me will be happy about? For me, that’s meal prep, laundry and making sure that, like, the coffee-pod canister is restocked because truly nothing sends me to the moon quite like opening that bad boy at 6 a.m. and finding nary a pod.
It’s satisfying eliminating things that will cause friction during the week, but I’m also trying to make room for rest on Sundays, as well. August, too, is a good month for rest and reflection, to look ahead to the beginning of a new season, what you want that season to look like, and how you want to show up in it. At least, that’s what I’m trying to do.
Late summer can be a melancholy time; it’s the ending of a season (that, to really stretch this metaphor until it snaps) feels like a weekend. But a fresh new season is coming along behind it, and that one has cute jackets in it.
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