I finally had a long weekend—a rare stretch of days where I could actually slow down. No alarms, no deadlines, just time to myself. But instead of being productive or ticking off a to-do list, I did… absolutely nothing. And honestly? It felt great.
I had originally planned a trip to Baguio. The idea of escaping to the cool mountain air, strolling around Burnham Park, and indulging in strawberry taho sounded perfect. But the weather clearly didn’t agree with me. So, I ditched the travel plans and opted for the next best thing: my bed.
What started as a lazy morning turned into a full-blown couch potato marathon. I spent the majority of the day sprawled on my bed, wrapped in a blanket, and glued to Netflix. I binge-watched random series and movies, barely moving except to grab snacks or shift positions. No productivity, no creativity—just me, my screen, and an ever-growing list of “Next Episode” prompts.
To be honest, I’ve been running on empty for weeks. Work has been relentless, draining every ounce of energy I have. The stress has been clinging to me like a shadow, weighing me down even after clocking out. So, this weekend felt like my body’s way of forcing me to slow down. No work emails, no social plans—just pure, unfiltered rest.
I slept like a log, catching up on all the hours I’ve lost over the past few weeks. My day was a repetitive cycle of sleeping, eating, and watching, but it was exactly what I needed. I let myself be still without feeling guilty about it. No internal voice nagging me to be productive. No checklist looming over my head. Just guilt-free downtime.
And you know what? It felt like self-love. Sure, it wasn’t the most “healthy” or Instagram-worthy way to spend my weekend. I didn’t meal prep, hit the gym, or meditate. But I gave my mind and body what they were clearly craving: rest. Sometimes, self-care is as simple as giving yourself permission to do nothing.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt noticeably lighter. The lingering fatigue and mental fog had cleared up a little. It reminded me that sometimes, rest is the most productive thing you can do. We often glorify the grind—pushing through exhaustion and sacrificing sleep to get more done. But we forget that burnout does more harm than good.
So, no regrets for my lazy long weekend. I may not have seen the sights of Baguio or crossed anything off my to-do list, but I gave myself something even better: the time to just breathe and be.