I am consistently astounded by the friendliness of people I don't know. Today, I have pinpointed why a smile from a stranger can make my day when nothing else can.
That person I passed on the sidewalk had no obligation to smile when they saw me. I wasn't making awkward eye contact, I didn't initiate the smile, and they didn't feel a need to greet me because I'm their lab partner's sister's roommate's neighbor. We were strangers until the smile.
I am consistently delighted by Sundays. Some of my friends have dedicated themselves to doing no work on Sundays in honor of the Lord's day, and I respect them very much for it. For me, Sunday is a wonderful day to not have the pressure of five meetings in the afternoon and two exams and one quiz during the day. It is a wonderful day to start with church and allow myself to be by myself or with others or spend a few minutes doing nothing or getting work done so I can thrive and not just survive during the next week. Rest is highly underrated. I always insist on wearing a sweater on Sundays.
Sweaters mean comfort and peace and contentment. Sundays are a good reminder of what every day should contain.
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