Friday night: takeout, couch, background noise — something familiar.
Saturday: errands, maybe a gym session, maybe a scroll that turns into hours.
Sunday: anxiety creeping in by 3 p.m. and the weird guilt of not having done “enough” with your time off.
Then Monday hits. Nothing’s reset.
It’s not because you didn’t rest. It’s because the way we rest… isn’t actually rest.
Here’s what I started seeing:
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I called Netflix “downtime” but never felt more stimulated.
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I didn’t go outside once.
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I ate easy food — but not real food.
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I slept in, but woke up puffy and dull.
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I had time, but no presence.
So now weekends look quieter:
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One walk with no AirPods
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One meal I actually cook
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One evening without screens
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One hard stop on caffeine
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One cold shower — not for grit, just to feel again
Small things. Not impressive. But they do something.
They let the nervous system breathe.
Turns out, it’s not more time we need.
It’s less static.
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