Saturdays are for sunshine

I used to wake up on Saturdays as if a shot had been fired, signaling the beginning of a race. For a long time, Saturdays were about getting my chores done as quickly as possible - adulting, if you will - so that I could justify spending the rest of the afternoon in front of my computer writing. It was even more crucial that I move as quickly and efficiently as possible if I'd made plans that evening; but I tried not to do that too often.

Saturdays were for checklists.

Do you ever feel like that? Like Saturdays are a race until sundown? Some of you are moms, and Saturdays are about sports or play dates or cleaning the house from top to bottom only for it to get messed up again an hour later. Some of you work in the retail industry, and Saturdays are about crowds and long hours on your feet. Then, there are some whose Saturdays are all about sleeping, or laying by the pool until it's time to get gussied up for a night out on the town with friends or that hot guy you adore.

If you're the latter, I admire you.

That certainly isn't a dig to any hard working person out there, and definitely not a dig against any parents. I totally get it. We aren't all afforded the luxury of a slow Saturday doused in relaxation. Also, don't misunderstand. I don't admire someone who can sleep until noon because I'm someone who wishes I could sleep half the day away. I remember I did that once. I was in high school and I woke up at eleven o'clock and was so disappointed that most of my day was gone. I'm a morning person through and through, and I want as much of my day as I can have - but there's something to be said about waking up on a Saturday and not racing into the day. I admire those who can take their time, as if time itself isn't something they're afraid will run out.

The entire time I've thought about this blog post, that line in John Legend's "Ordinary People" keeps playing through my head over and over again. You know, the part where he sings, "Take it slow oh, oh, ooohh / This time we'll take it slow." It's been my mantra this weekend, and I'm embracing it. I'm learning that going slow, while not always an option, is something we should all take advantage of any time we can.

I spent my Saturday doing chores, as usual, but with no intended end time. I took the pressure off, which somehow made each task a little more enjoyable than usual. I wasn't afraid of running out of time, and when it was all said and done and the sun was going down, I just did the next thing I wanted to do. I didn't edit for as long as I thought I might, but it didn't kill me - and that, in and of itself, is a truth I wish more people could simply grab hold of and then take a deep breath.

You don't have to get everything done all the time. Life isn't about doing things or checking off every box on your list of responsibilities. Saturdays don't always have to be a race; for what good is it to say you've accomplished a ton of tasks if, at the end of it all, you're only exhausted, thinking about the list of  things you'll have to do the next day? Sometimes, it's worth it to take it slow.

Sometimes, Saturdays are for sunshine.

Maybe your Saturday is on a Tuesday. Maybe your Saturday is a Sunday. That's not really the point. The point is, each day is a gift. And I get it. We're all busy all the time. It's an epidemic. Even still, every once in a while, it feels really good to stop and appreciate the sunshine pouring in through your windows. If you haven't done it in a while, pencil it in.