The Sunday Board Meeting

It's not a productivity hack and it's not therapy. It's a checkpoint.

Most Sunday nights Rhea and I sit at the kitchen table for about thirty minutes and do something that sounds corporate enough to embarrass us. We have a board meeting.

It’s a marriage thing. Not a CEO thing.

Here’s why we started. Our weeks were running us instead of the other way around. We’d get to Friday and realize we hadn’t talked about anything that mattered. We’d talked about the kids and the calendar and the dog and whose turn it was to take out the trash, but nothing real. The drift was quiet. It was also constant.

So one Sunday I printed a one-page sheet and called it the Sunday Board Meeting. We went through it that night. Rated emotional connection one to ten. Talked about what was on the calendar that week. Named the thing that had been bugging us that we hadn’t said out loud. Picked something for date night.

We don’t do it every Sunday. Some weeks slip by and we don’t sit down. Some weeks we forget. But when we do it, we connect. And that’s the goal. Not the discipline of doing it every week. The connection that happens when we do.

It’s not a productivity hack and it’s not therapy. It’s a checkpoint. Marriage runs on a hundred small unspoken things, and a checkpoint is a place to put them so they don’t pile up in the corners of the house.

Here’s what one of ours looks like.

If you want the page we use, it’s here. Print it out, put it in a folder, find a Sunday.

That’s the whole thing.

— Chris