I used to wake up on Sundays with a feeling of pure panic. My brain would scream that Monday was right around the corner, and I had done absolutely nothing fun. I would spend the whole day lying in bed, just watching a tiny spider build a web in the corner of my ceiling. By the end of the day, the spider was highly productive, and I was just sad. One day, I decided I wanted to be better than the ceiling spider. I realized that Sunday is a gift. It is a full day to reset, relax, and get…