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Why Do Memories Hit Harder on Sundays?
Sundays are built for reflection. Not deep therapy-level reflection. Just the gentle kind that drifts in while you’re stirring your coffee or folding laundry.
You remember your old jobs. Old friends. Old fishing trips. Holidays when the kids were small. Music gigs where the load-out nearly killed you. The first time you skied. The first time you regretted skiing. The joy. The disasters. The things you thought you’d forget but never did.
Why do memories show up on Sundays?
Because it’s the one day we’re not sprinting. Sunday gives nostalgia room to breathe.
And as we get older and survive things like teenagers, prostate cancer, hyperbaric oxygen chambers, Colorado winters, and golf tournaments with questionable handicaps, the memories gain weight. Not sadness. Meaning.
The people no longer here.
The moments that shaped you.
The times you were scared but kept going.
The victories only you understood.
Sunday is the pause between two chapters of the week. A quiet buffer. A place where the past wanders in, sits down, and says, “Remember that? We made it through.”
So let the memories come.
Let them teach you.
Let them remind you who you've been…and who you are.
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If this hit home, Like is the clap. Restack is bringing the room with you.
You can put off chores for another 5 minutes, I won’t tell. Here are a couple more you’ll probably like:
Ask A Retired Guy: What’s One Thing I Should Do Every Sunday?
Ask A Retired Guy: Why Do Sundays Make Me Feel Older?
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Thank you. I appreciated the pause & perspective.