Sunday, November 1st, 2015
Today is the deadline, everyone. Turn it in tonight or forever rest your application for the regular decision pool.
Besides college application deadline day, it is also Sunday––the day reserved for rest, and I hope you are all well rested, especially with the extra hour of sleep from daylight savings.
I woke up this morning at eight (technically nine), and put on a pair of running shorts and tied up my shoes, ready to run until my lungs would give out.
The sun had shoved its way out of the clouds by then, but the track made of dirt was still damp from the morning mist, evident from imprints of my footsteps. Ed Sheeran's new duo with Rudimental filled the hollows in my ears, but my heart wasn't listening to the beat and instead drummed to the beats of adrenaline, adrenaline triggered by the thoughts of someone chasing me, the thoughts of being able to survive in the wake of danger, of threat and suddenly––my lungs burst after breaking the mile mark.
Sunday is a day of rest. I guess everyone's definition of rest is different. One's work can be another's rest. Biblically, it's a day of worship and rest––to focus on the very being that made you, to appreciate, to reflect––what you make of your Sunday is really up to you in the end.
If you work on Sundays, I hope you that when you put on your running shoes, you run, but I hope that once you break that mile mark, you wash the worries and sweat in a cool shower, and refresh your mind with soft breaths and beauty rest.