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A Small Corner of the Weekend

There is something about the weekend when it finally arrives.

Not loud or extraordinary… just a quiet shift.

The pace softens.

The pressure loosens.

And somewhere within us, we begin to make room again—

not just for rest, but for something a little lighter.

I have always looked at the weekend as a moment when I can pause and catch my breath.

This weekend, more than any other, I hope and pray will be lighter and less stressful—

for the sake of my lungs, my breathing, and my soul, which is requiring rest.

All week, we carry what needs to be done.

We move from one responsibility to the next,

holding things together—from doctors’ appointments to various other appointments and responsibilities,

pushing through what asks to be finished.

And then the weekend comes…

not demanding anything from us.

Because many businesses recognize the need for a weekend,

the week offers only a small opening for rest and enjoyment to creep in.

But on weekends, that crack seems to get a little bigger.

Some weekends, while they may prove to become just as busy as a weekday—

weddings, showers, bar mitzvahs, reunions, sporting events, and countless other things—

still carry a different kind of space within them.

Perhaps fun is not found in plans that fill every hour,

but in the quiet spaces we finally allow ourselves to enjoy.

Perhaps it is a slow morning,

a familiar breakfast place,

or a conversation that lingers just a little longer than usual.

Perhaps it is simply the feeling of not being rushed.

We often think of fun as something we have to create,

something we have to plan or pursue.

But sometimes…

Fun does not arrive as something big. Sometimes it is simply the absence of pressure.

It is the exhale we did not realize we were holding.

The moment we stop watching the clock.

The ease of being where we are, without needing to be somewhere else.

The weekend does not need to be filled to be meaningful.

It only needs a small corner—

a space where we allow ourselves to step out of the rush

and into something gentler.

The weekend will pass, as it always does.

But for now, it is here.

And maybe that is enough—

to make a little room,

to breathe a little deeper,

and to let something lighter find its way in.

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Susan Thomas

My Anywhere But Here… sometimes lives in a small corner of the weekend.