Just One Slow Sunday

Contributed by Kristel Kate Bolante

It’s Sunday, and for the first time in a while, I want this day to stretch a little longer. I want the hours to linger.

I woke up tired. The kind of tired that builds up after weeks of endless grinding, of balancing work and review classes, of family responsibilities, and of trying to be present for the people I care about. Most days, I feel like I’m just switching roles without pause.

But today, it rained. Soft, steady, unhurried. Normally, I’d find it inconvenient, but today I’m thankful. The rain meant plans were canceled. The world outside slowed down, and I finally didn’t have to rush. It gave me the space to simply breathe and rest without guilt.

From the kitchen, Mama was cooking my favorite adobo. The smell filled the house, warm, familiar, and comforting. It reminded me that no matter how drained I get, home always has space for me.

I sat there with a cold glass of Coke in my hand, listening to the gentle clink of the spoon against the glass while the rain tapped outside. For once, I didn’t feel pressured to move. I felt cared for. I let myself enjoy it and soak in the rare calm that I don’t usually experience.

Today is slow, and that’s exactly what I need.

Of course, reality will catch up soon. I need to snap out of this little illusion because I know the books and readings won’t finish themselves. But maybe I can sneak in a little Netflix before I face them. I just hope the rain eases later so I can go to church.

And oh, I miss Bin. I couldn’t help but remember the warm hugs and kisses we shared earlier. I hope he’s resting well, too.

I just want a slow Sunday. One where I can do everything I want, and nothing I must.