As I quickly texted one of my girlfriends this morning, confirming a time to meet for one of my favorite local hikes, I thought to myself, what a perfect day it was to be outdoors; what a perfect “Funday.” Funday is the name I gave Sundays a couple of years ago and it has stuck.
I do remember struggling on Sundays–whether to go to church or create a reason not to. It brought to mind a post I had written years ago entitled Sunday Morning Dilemma. In it I am trying to cope with feeling pressure to go to church. I went back and read it. It’s so surreal now to think that I actually felt like I had to go to church every Sunday, like I couldn’t do what my heart really wanted to do, because I was afraid. That is so not me. It’s just a reminder of how I couldn’t really be my authentic self when I was a Fundamentalist Christian. Actually, I didn’t even know what that was. The idea that because I wanted to be myself and “myself” didn’t want to go to church = Sin.
Anyway, it was the last line of that post that made my shoulders drop, my breathing ease, and my lips turn into a smile. I wrote: “I do look forward to waking up on Sunday mornings and simply deciding which fun thing I will do, and it will not include, by the way, going to church.” Yes. That day has definitely come. This morning, I pick Sandra and I pick the Tower Hike at Pena Adobe. Soon I will be up at the top of a hill, looking down on Pena Adobe reservoir, and my friend Sandra will say, like she always does, “Man, this is the perfect day for this.”
I will respond as I typically do, “Yeah it is; I love Fundays!”