One of my favorite benefits of changing jobs last year is that I no longer have to go to church on Sunday mornings. **GASP**
In the eyes of some, I’ve been a heathen now for almost six months. I have friends who keep trying to get me to worship SOMEWHERE. I appreciate their sincere concern (not for my mortal soul but for my sense of community and well-being – we’re not evangelical or Catholic, for Pete’s sake), but it’s misplaced.
After 13 years of seeing how the church sausage is made, I simply don’t have an appetite any more. Maybe one day, but not now. And as a confirmed introvert, a church community on the weekend is about the last thing on my list of needs. I’ve built a strong and supportive community in my new workplace. My own little family in my own nest of hygge is the best community I could ask for. And me and God? We’re good.
Sunday morning is all mine now, and I love it. Here’s what it looks like today:
Coffee and Nutella/raspberry jam on puff pastry for breakfast. Scrambled eggs provided by and eaten with the son, who is living at home for his first year of teaching, in order to save money.
“Hamilton” playing in the background to provide encouragement as I write, longhand, postcards to our Congressmen (and in our location they are all men. Bleh.) demanding action regarding the dangerous and erratic president. BTW, the fam traveled to Chicago last July to SEE “HAMILTON.” More on that incomparable life event in a future post.
It’s snowing and 13 degrees F here in our corner of the world on this Sunday. I’m not budging from the house until tomorrow.
And I couldn’t be more content.
*Thanks to The Husband, who shared a Johnny Cash retrospective last night, in which Johnny sang “Sunday Morning Coming Down” with Kris Kristofferson, writer of the song. It’s a song with a happy memory for me: When I was in Ireland 15 years ago and visiting a pub with my mom, the little band playing in the back room moved effortlessly into “Sunday Morning Coming Down” as soon as they saw us arrive. Their little tribute to the obviously American mam and daughter there for a visit.