Welcome

Welcome to Sometime on Sunday, a blog where I will commit to posting something, sometime, on Sunday (shout out my kick ass 90 year-old grandma for naming the site). For years there have been corny stale adults telling me that I should write a blog. I’ve always been bitter and resistant to it because one I don’t want to take advice from corny stale adults. And two, it felt like their corny stale way of saying, your thoughts don’t have a place here… and you should dump them in a blog (internet dumping ground) so I don’t have to hear them. Ironically, overtime I’ve associated blogs with people not wanting to hear you.

So here we are – my therapist has a brilliant formula, it is pain + resistance = suffering so here I am ready to embrace the pain of this blog.

As I commit to such a blog, I am committed to being as authentic and incohesive and unfiltered as possible. Unfortunately I have found that if I am going to stick with anything, it’s going to have to be done my way. In a way that I love and can put my soul behind. Something that makes me feel like I am not a cog in someone else’s machine. Some people call this privilege, delusion, stupid, unrealistic, weak, egotistical.

I call it heart work baby. My brain is not as strong or as wise as my heart so, Sometime on Sunday (SOS) will exclusively be coming from the heart center. If it’s not your vibe you can go to every other cognitive based website – they are everywhere 🙂

But to those stale corny adults, ultimately I need to admit that you were correct. There isn’t really a place for these thoughts. It seems most people don’t even have time to wash dish towels so how the hell will they have time to read about me and my heart gallivanting around Hawaii. I hear you, I see you, I too do not have time to wash my dish towels. But I’m going to do it anyway, even though there are a million reasons the world tells me it’s useless. I fully accept that this blog will be full of wordy, random babbling thoughts that no one particularly wants to hear. By not trying to say anything, I hope to express something that is anything other than productive. I loose!! I don’t want to be good at this game.

I lay down my sword and accept this banishment to this corner of the internet. I intend to make it cozy, raw, real and full of banish-worthy perspectives.

I have banished myself from several other parts of life as of late. The winter, holidays, and time being some of them. I am banishing myself to the tropical island of Kaua’i and banishing myself to farm life. I am trying to remain neutral about these choices I have made because honestly it didn’t feel totally up to me. Yes, obviously I made these decisions and took logistical actions to make it happen YET this isn’t totally what I would’ve chosen for my 27th year to be.

If I had total control (and thank god I don’t) I would be thriving in my home of ole Michigan. I would be busy, social, active, all very productive things. I would have a steady job, be super close to my family and I wouldn’t have to worry about my mental health and the threat it posed to myself and ones I love. That’s what I would choose. Unfortunately and fortunately, God, Universe, Mother Earth has something else in mind.