WHAT WOULD RALUCA DO IS A COLLECTION OF ESSAYS, MUSINGS AND ADVICE ON MODERN-DAY MOTHERHOOD BY RALUCA STATE, THE CREATOR OF WHAT WOULD GWYNETH DO.

A new Sunday

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It is Sunday.

Traditionally, Sunday means relaxation and organization and planning for me. It’s a weekly ritual that brings with it a clear head, a good look at the week ahead, a time to reflect on the week that just passed and what it meant to me. 

Today, it marks a little more. Today, it feels like a little more. It started like any other Sunday, with household chores and a birthday party for a dear friend’s baby and a quick stop at the grocery store for a few last–minute needs for the work week.

But now it’s this. It’s a small glass of white, in hand. Perfectly chilled. It’s quiet children who are getting in some much-needed downtime. It’s windows wide open and the setting sun and the still warm temperatures that always make me sad during October days but happy during October evenings.

I think back to a few Sundays ago. The Sunday before the Monday that marked the Las Vegas massacre and Tom Petty dying and a good friend getting not-so-good news (that ended up being good…thankfully) and it feels like every Sunday since then and moving on from then is going to feel a little different.

I haven’t been writing a whole lot lately. Not here, not there, not anywhere. It hasn’t felt right to talk about the mundane or the minutiae or my personal anything when there is so much happening around me that deserves center stage. And somewhere in there, in losing my writing voice, I lost my heart a little bit, too. I let the chaos that surrounds me (all of us, really) these days extinguish my desire to share. To create. To inspire.

But on this Sunday evening, I think it’s time to reignite that voice. That heart. It’s time to dust myself – and my emotions – off and realize that we all have but one life to live and even when it feels like it’s filled with nothing but despair and controversy and sadness…it is ours for the taking. It is perfect October evenings with the windows wide open. And laughing babies celebrating turning one. And words that start to flow when you didn’t quite expect them to.

It is Sunday. And whatever tomorrow brings, I will hold it close.

Wishing you a good week ahead. x 

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