Sunday Drives — Donna Hopkins

Sometimes on Sundays, I feel unsettled. There is an old script from an earlier version of my life that says I must stay busy and be productive. Sunday, with it’s long stretch of unstructured time, feels unsafe. I often make up work to do for this day, turning what could be a relaxing day into a project day. But the truth is, neither contrived busyness nor forced stillness really works. So we’ve been taking Sunday drives in the country to disrupt this old pattern of mine. I get lost in the views. I love the hot summer breeze, the motion of our van, the car picnics, the exhaustion at the end of the journey. The late afternoon nap back at home. It’s really pretty perfect, what we do on an given Sunday.