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Sunday Reset: Learning Slow Living, Self-Care, and Finding Peace at 53

Hello friends,

I’m so glad you’re here today.

Sundays have become incredibly special to me. They remind me to slow down, breathe deeply, and enjoy life instead of rushing through it. While I’m lucky enough to have Saturday through Monday off work, Sunday is the day I truly reset — mentally, physically, and emotionally. It’s the day I nourish my body, clear my mind, and gently show up for myself with kindness and intention.

And if Sunday isn’t your day because of your schedule, that’s perfectly okay. What matters is finding time that belongs just to you — a day to rest, reflect, and reconnect with yourself.

When Did Sunday Become My Day?

For most of my life, I have been an anxious person. I take things personally, even when they have nothing to do with me. I’m emotional, passionate, sensitive — and while those qualities can be beautiful, they can also become exhausting. For years, time felt like my enemy.

There never seemed to be enough hours in the day to accomplish everything on my to-do list. I became hard on myself, constantly pushing, constantly stressing, until eventually I burned out. Something had to change. One Sunday, I decided to do only what felt good to my mind and spirit — and nothing else. No pressure. No rushing. No impossible expectations. That single day felt endless in the best possible way. Peaceful. Fulfilling. Rewarding. From that moment on, Sundays became my personal reset day. Over time, I also learned how to scale back during the rest of the week. I started taking deep breaths when stress tried to take over. Surprisingly, I still get everything done — just without the constant anxiety attached to it. Life feels softer now. More enjoyable. My mind and spirit are finally in a healthier place.

How Did I Realize I Needed to Change?

Since my mid-30s, I slowly stopped recognizing myself. Weight gain, body aches, stress, exhaustion, mood swings — I assumed it was simply part of aging, and maybe some of it was. But deep down, something felt off. I wasn’t fully present in my own life. It felt like I was watching myself from a distance instead of truly living. A few years ago, I became determined to change. Like many people, I turned to social media for inspiration. I fell in love with the ideas of slow living, minimalism, wellness routines, and intentional living. Everything looked peaceful and beautiful, and I thought, I want my life to feel like that too. But when my life didn’t magically transform overnight, I viewed myself as a failure. Burnout returned. I became unhappy, unmotivated, and honestly, angry.

Then one morning around 4 a.m., Dennis and I were driving to work when a car came speeding toward us the wrong way on the freeway. Thankfully, Dennis reacted quickly, pulled over safely, and called 911. The Highway Patrol stopped the driver before anyone was hurt. But that moment changed something in me forever. That could have been our last day. I remember sitting there, overwhelmed with emotion, thinking about all the things I still wanted to do, all the people I loved, and how quickly life can change. It wasn’t an instant transformation, but it opened my eyes. I realized I still had purpose, value, and a life worth caring for. I wanted to take control of my mind, body, and spirit again.

Camping Became Our Escape

Shortly after that experience, something unexpected happened. Dennis came home one day with a tent he found at Goodwill. “Why did you buy that?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “It just felt right.” And somehow, that little tent changed our lives. We started watching camping videos on YouTube, bought a few supplies, invited our kids and granddaughter, and booked a campsite nearby — despite knowing absolutely nothing about camping. That first trip was magical. Being outdoors, away from distractions and noise, helped us reconnect with what truly mattered. Fresh air, simple meals, laughter around a campfire, quiet mornings, and slowing down together. That was three years ago, and we’ve gone camping every month since. Camping became more than a hobby — it became healing.

Learning to Stop Complaining and Start Living

The changes in my life didn’t happen overnight. In truth, it took years. I started journaling, though at first it was difficult. Some days, I struggled to write down even three things I was grateful for. But eventually, journaling became natural. And as I reread my entries, I noticed something surprising: I complained constantly. That realization was hard, but necessary. I understood that negativity was weighing me down. If I wanted a peaceful, fulfilling, joyful life, then I needed to create more peace within myself, too. Little by little, I changed my mindset. I stopped feeding negative thoughts so much attention. I practiced gratitude, kindness, mindfulness, and being present in the moment. I learned that not every opinion needs to be spoken, not every inconvenience deserves frustration, and not every day has to be perfect to still be beautiful. And slowly, life became lighter.

Nourishing Myself Through Slow Living

At 53 years old, I’m still learning how to care for myself in healthy ways. My Sunday reset routine is part of that journey. I move my body through stretching, walking, and exercise. I focus on clean eating with fruits, vegetables, and protein while trying to limit processed foods — but without punishing myself if I indulge sometimes. I wear clothes that make me feel comfortable and beautiful. I do my hair, paint my nails, and put effort into myself because I deserve care too. Not for perfection. For peace.

Being Gentle With Myself

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is the importance of kindness — especially toward myself. I want to become the kind of person who makes others feel seen, heard, and appreciated. That starts with being present. I still struggle sometimes. I multitask too much, avoid eye contact when I’m overwhelmed, and occasionally rush through conversations. But I’m learning to slow down. When someone is speaking to me, I try to stop what I’m doing and truly listen. Small changes create meaningful growth. Calmness, kindness, and intentional living are worth practicing every single day.

Why Sunday Matters So Much to Me

So why is Sunday my favorite day? Because it reminds me to reflect, relax, and reset. It’s the day I tidy my home, clear my thoughts, release the stress from the previous week, and say “yes” to myself again. I don’t need perfection anymore. I simply want peace, happiness, and a meaningful life.

What about you? Do you have a day that helps you slow down and reconnect with yourself? If you do, I would truly love to hear about it.

At 53 years old, I’m still learning, still growing, and still welcoming whatever this beautiful life has in store for me.