Sweet Sunday

“I meant to rest today. But somehow I organized a drawer, questioned my life choices, and adopted a new snack routine.”
— Based on the work from Oh, the Things I Get Myself Into

Some Sundays are peaceful.
The quiet kind. The soft lighting and slower pace. A cup of tea that actually stays hot.

And then… there are the other Sundays.

The ones where you intend to rest, but somehow end up elbow-deep in the junk drawer, wondering how many spare batteries is too many—and spiraling from snack experimentation into a full-on identity check-in.
That was me today.

If Sunday was supposed to be restful, nobody told my brain. Or my caffeine intake.

I tried. I really did. But somewhere between my second cup of coffee and alphabetizing the spice rack, I realized that rest doesn’t always look like stillness.
Sometimes it’s more like emotionally organized chaos—with snacks.

Because here’s the thing: even when we slow down, our minds don’t always get the memo. And even when we care deeply about healing, or slowing, or recalibrating—sometimes we care too much. About all of it. About everything. All at once.

So here’s our Sweet Sunday reminder:

There is no wrong way to rest.
Whether you spent the day in pajamas or doing accidental emotional inventory—both are valid.
Whether you napped or processed or reorganized your tea shelf while reflecting on life’s bigger questions—you showed up. And that counts.

We’re all just trying to figure it out—one Sunday at a time.

So I’ll ask you what I asked myself (right before discovering a new favorite snack and deleting half my to-do list):

💬 What unexpectedly happened in your version of “rest” today?
A rabbit hole?
A revelation?
A dance break you didn’t see coming?

Whatever it was—I hope it felt like yours.