The Recommendation Room

As many of us are snowed in this weekend due to a massive storm sweeping across the country, it feels like the universe is gently forcing a pause.

All of those normal weekend rhythms we’ve come to rely on, and sometimes even hide behind, are suddenly quiet. The errands. The appointments. The house reset. The workout. The grocery run. The prep for the week ahead. The constant motion we convince ourselves is “just life.”

But this weekend, so much of that came to a full stop.

For the first time in weeks, I spent Saturday doing absolutely nothing, and it was honestly… amazing.

I slept in late. I watched YouTube. I journaled. I read for the first time in what feels like forever. I just existed in my own space without needing to fix anything, plan anything, or become anything. No rushing. No checking the clock. No mental list running in the background.

And it reminded me of something I think we forget in the push of a new year: rest is not a luxury. It is a reset.

We talk so much about organization and momentum and staying consistent. And while I love a fresh start and a good routine as much as anyone, I think we underestimate what happens when we truly pause long enough to breathe. What happens when we stop performing our lives and actually live them? What clarity becomes available when we’re no longer in constant motion?

For so many years, I didn’t prioritize sleep or stillness. I treated rest like something to earn, or something to squeeze in only after everything else was complete. But the truth is, life is never “complete.” There will always be one more thing to do.

And if we aren’t careful, we can spend our whole lives chasing that finish line, telling ourselves we’ll finally relax once we get there.

This weekend was a reminder that rest isn’t time wasted. Rest is where your nervous system softens. It’s where you return to yourself. It’s where your mind clears enough to hear what you actually need.

Sometimes we don’t find our answers in the hustle.

Sometimes we find them in the quiet.

So if you’re snowed in, or just staying in, I hope you give yourself permission to take the invitation. Let the laundry wait. Let the emails sit. Let the pressure lift, even if only for a day.

And if you need something to reflect on today, here are a few questions I’m sitting with myself:

What happens when I stop going, going, going?

What parts of me return when I finally rest?

What have I been too busy to notice?

Wishing you warmth, calm, and a little unexpected clarity wherever you are this weekend. 🤍