I have an email friend who had difficulty with sadness and depression on Sunday. After reading about
her many unhappy Sunday's in a row, I decided to tell her that I was going to make my Sundays as depressed as hers. I was going to do a big or nasty cleaning job every Sunday.
Since then I have done many the jobs I always let go before that. I cleaned my car top to bottom, front to back (it was bad; that took 2 Sundays), I washed every wall and ceiling, scrubbed and waxed the wood floors (many sundays), I sewed a see through cover for utiltity shelving (one sunday) and reoganized a giantic geological collection (still in progress).
My Black Sundays help me feel better all week long. If I begin to fret about not having done some big nasty job--I quit thinking about it, because Black Sunday is coming. Maybe, I'll do it, maybe I'll do something else. It doesn't matter, but there will be more Black Sundays. Mondays are the best--that's when I see the results of Black Sunday--and it sure does make me feel good.
I sent my sad friend reports of what ever work I did. By the third week, she was going places and doing things, and was happier. By then I was estatic that I had three jobs done. I wouldn't give up Black Sunday for anything. You might just wind up liking Sundays too.