Hi Friends,
Friday's over, but plot twist, you still feel like garbage. Saturday hits and that bone-deep exhaustion is still camping out in your chest. Oh, and both days are crammed with family stuff, errands, social obligations, and that thing you promised you'd do three weeks ago.
So much for recovery time.
When my weekend looks more like a marathon than a break, I've stopped pretending I'm going to magically bounce back. Instead, I get sneaky about finding relief in weird places. Maybe it's blasting my favorite song during the grocery run, or taking the long way home just to sit in silence for five extra minutes.
I look for small ways to make things easier on myself. Saturday lunch? No cooking, I'm ordering out. That deep clean I planned? Maybe just the kitchen counter gets wiped down. Something's gotta give, and it might as well be the stuff that doesn't actually matter.
For this particular weekend, I've stopped calling it a weekend at all. It's just Saturday and Sunday with different clothes on. When I drop the expectation that these two hectic days should somehow fix everything wrong with my week, the pressure lifts a little.
Sometimes life doesn't give you recovery time, it gives you two more days to survive. And honestly? Surviving can be enough.
How do you fake a break when there's no actual break to be found?
Wishing you peace and happiness from my heart to yours!
Peace
Monita
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