Sunday Morning, Reset

Sunday Morning, Reset

8 February 2026

Sunday morning has something special about it. It is quieter than on other days. It invites reflection and contemplation, while paradoxically signaling that today is meant to be a day of rest and relaxation.

That effect is amplified when you have strained your knee the day before, while cycling. I keep telling myself that it is all very relaxing, yet one incident keeps intruding: a bodyguard of a minister has shot someone dead. It just sits there, immovable, and I can do nothing with it.

What is its meaning? Apart from Tele Curaçao and a few content creators on social media, no one seems to have reported on it yet. It is as if the collective has not yet decided what to make of it.

Then, suddenly, a sentence pops into my mind: Today is the first day of the rest of your life. I don’t know why. But the message is clear: everyone can reset, every single day.

And then I realize that today is the children’s carnival parade—the first serious parade of the year. My son simply assumes that we are going. And I will go. With my knee wrapped and taped.

Miguel Goede