Oh Sunday,

Sweet day of rest. 

You are when I leave the activity monitor on my night stand and close the cover of my food journal.

You are, more than those stolen moments during the week, the hours when my soul draws in the Breath of Life and releases the tensions of the goal-journey.

You allow me to renew my Faith and my faith, to pause, to Listen, and to reflect.

You restore my muscles and tendons.

You are the stretch and the calm, the balance to what lies ahead.

You are chosen my imperfection which frees me to do my best.