Sunday...

Sunday, day of rest. I grew up in the church and while I no longer count myself among the believers there are still patterns that it instilled in me that I think I long for. Sundays were always not only a day of rest but a day for community and I think that's something I need to get back to somehow. Anyhow, the day of rest part is covered- slept late and now headed out for a paddle in what looks like pretty much perfect weather. I find myself wondering why I struggle to show up for myself  but not for others. How did I end up at the bottom of my own priority list? Something to consider...