Passed most of my 20s and early 30s thinking of the weekends as additional work hours or as a time to optimize as much as possible – meal prep, side projects, networking, and so on.
This weekend, I just… didn't. Had some guitar practice, went to the gym, cooked some simple meals, watched some basketball. That's it.
And for the first time in a while, I didn't feel that nagging guilt about "wasting time" or not being more ambitious with my free time.
Maybe this is just me accepting that I'm tired and that's fine. Maybe it's me lowering my standards. Either way, it was a relief to stop feeling like I'm always supposed to be doing more. Has anyone else had this kind of shift? Where you just stop trying to optimize every minute?