Just Give Me My Day Back

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balance, burnout, happiness, health, life, love, mental health, need, presence, productivity, rest, shift, space, time, Truth, work, writing

I support a four-day work week. Fully. No hesitation.

I’d much rather work an hour or two longer each day if it meant getting that extra day off. One whole day to breathe. To rest. To do something that actually fills me up instead of drains me dry.

People talk a lot about balance, work-life balance, emotional balance, mental health, but it’s hard to find any of that when you’re running five full days just to earn two to recover. And let’s be real, most weekends aren’t even rest anymore. They’re for errands and catching up and pretending to relax when you’re already dreading Monday.

That extra day? It could change everything. A little more margin. A little more space to exist as a full human and not just a worker. I could use it for crocheting, writing, for walking, for seeing people I actually want to see instead of the ones in a meeting room. Or maybe I’d use it to just be still, which feels rarer than it should.

I don’t want to be productive all the time. I want to be present. I think we’d all be better (mentally, emotionally, even professionally) if we had more space to just be.

So yeah, give me my day back. I’ll gladly stay late a few days if it means waking up one more morning without an alarm.

Something Bigger

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belief, connection, faith, grace, growth, happiness, journey, life, love, shift, spirituality, stillness, Truth, writing

How important is spirituality in your life? I used to be really deep into religion. Church on Sundays, Bible studies, quiet prayers whispered in the dark. For a long time, it shaped how I saw the world and where I belonged in it. It gave structure to things that felt unsteady. And maybe, back then, I needed that kind of certainty.

But I’m less so these days. I don’t feel the same pull toward organized religion. I don’t carry the same beliefs I used to, and honestly, I’m still figuring out what I do believe.

I know this much: I believe in a higher power. I believe there’s something bigger than me, than all of us. It’s hard not to, especially when I look at the beauty and complexity of nature: how the trees grow back after fire, how the sky shifts in color, how our bodies heal, how love shows up when we need it most. That doesn’t feel random to me. That feels like design. That feels like care.

But, to me, spirituality is different from religion. It feels more like connection than rules. More like trust than fear. I don’t think there’s one right way to do it, and that’s what makes it feel truer to me now.

So, yes, I still pray sometimes, just differently. I still look up and whisper thanks. I still feel guided. But now I’m letting it be quieter, softer, less defined. I’m letting my faith feel like breath instead of performance.

There’s a power greater than me at work in this world. I feel it. I’ve seen it and, for now, that’s enough for me.