A Slow, Intentional Weekend Reset: How Solo Time Helped Me Recharge
Sometimes the best therapy is rest, routine, and reclaiming your own pace…
This weekend was exactly what my mind and body needed. My daughter spent the weekend with her grandparents, and as an added bonus, my husband took a job out of town. He invited me to come along, but I decided to stay back. I had chores piling up, work to catch up on, and—most importantly—I needed intentional time to myself.
After dropping my baby girl off, hunger hit immediately. I realized I was just minutes away from a spot I’d been wanting to try for a while: The Biscuit Lady in Plymouth Meeting. The restaurant was packed and lively, so I opted for a party of one in my car. I queued up an episode of Black-ish and enjoyed my breakfast sandwich in peace—no rush, no noise, just vibes.
Once I got home, I made a cup of coffee and finally tackled a task I’d been avoiding: deep cleaning my bedroom. It had reached the point where I was ready to burn it all down and start fresh somewhere else. But once that Wawa Colombian coffee hit my veins, I was locked in. I scrubbed doors, baseboards, window sills, and every forgotten corner. Three hours later, I was exhausted—but accomplished.
For dinner, I ordered from Honeygrow. I went with the kale Caesar salad with hard-boiled eggs because I simply cannot deal with meat that tastes artificial. I also grabbed a yogurt parfait—because Honeygrow parfaits go hard. I took a long, steamy shower, crawled into bed, and enjoyed dinner while watching TV until I drifted off into the kind of sleep only true rest brings.
Sunday was the final morning of waking up with no one asking anything of me—and I leaned all the way into it. I took my time. My “morning” didn’t end until 2 p.m. Once I finally got moving, I headed to the gym, then came home to savor the last bit of quiet before picking up my daughter.
I spent a few hours with my grandparents, had dinner, and enjoyed quality time with them before heading home to prepare for the busy week ahead.
I’m grateful to be entering this new week with a rested mind and body. This weekend reminded me that I need to do a better job of prioritizing slow, intentional self-care. I have a habit of waiting until I’m completely overstimulated, overwhelmed, and on the verge of imploding before I pause. That’s something I’m actively working to change.
Rest doesn’t have to be earned. Sometimes, it just needs to be chosen.
