Back in the blogosphere, if only for an hour or so! I haven’t had time to write or read (outside of work material) for a week, which has been disturbing. I thought about pouring out all that I can about the week’s adventures in store making, but my thoughts keep coming back to the warmth of my favorite day.
Sunday is great. It’s almost as busy as any other in the week; so its greatness doesn’t lie in being a day of rest. What makes Sunday so wonderful to me is that it’s the day I get to do everything I most enjoy.
I get up and indulge the journalist in me by watching the news talk shows. After twenty years of covering the federal government and the people in it, it’s a task as automatic as brushing my teeth. It’s also an unspoken job requirement (for just a little while longer), since I’m supposed to know what the big stories and sound bites of the day are. I watch while eating, stretching and warming up for the beginner kung fu class I teach at noon. Then, I’m off to my students.
I teach the kids for an hour, doing my best to keep a straight face when the front kick instruction suddenly turns into a conversation about peanut butter and birthday parties. Today was a particularly special day, as it was the last class of the session. I taught everyone the final moves of the white sash form, and my star students perfected what they already knew as I worked with the younger attention spans in the group. It’s been a long time since I’ve taught a set of students an entire form – and the only time I’ve done it alone! I look forward to awarding yellow sashes in a couple of weeks.
After my kids and their moms left me alone in the yoga room, I continued my Sunday ritual. I always spend a second hour in the gym trying to lower my stances, speed up my spins and quicken the pace of my performance of the White Eyebrow staff form. I use Sunday to practice the corrections Sifu gives me in Saturday class.
For several months now, the day’s routine has ended with me replenishing the carbs I burn off in training as I watch a baseball or football game. Then, I cook dinner for the family and work on recipes for the sweets shop. This Sunday, I ended the afternoon by meeting one of the better handymen I’ve ever known at the site of my future store and going over all I need to hire him to do to get it ready for a grand opening.
And so, the ritual has changed. Going forward, Sunday’s greatness will likely always include time at the store. Soon, that will be true of all days. How great is that?