We live in a society that relentlessly asks us to optimize our time, so making a dedicated weekend of being lazy feels like a welcome, unmitigated act of defiance.
There is a definite form of contented satisfaction in a weekend with a completely empty calendar. No obligations, no alarms, and zero pressure to be productive in any way, shape, or form.
Spending two full days doing absolutely nothing while drifting between long naps and binge-watching TV, with the peckish wandering to the kitchen for snacks isn’t wasted time; it’s essential restoration to recharge both the mental and physical batteries.
All that being said, guess what we’re doing this weekend? 😴
I’m going to guess “absolutely nothing while drifting between long naps and binge-watching TV, with the peckish wandering to the kitchen for snacks”
Bingo! 🤣