The week between Christmas and New Year is for:
– Avoiding responsibilities
– Questioning reality
– And protecting your peace at all costs
If anyone asks what you’re doing, the answer is: recovering from the year.
You don’t owe productivity.
You don’t owe explanations.
You don’t owe access.
Rest is not a flaw—it’s preparation.
That strange little stretch between Christmas and New Year’s isn’t a real week.
It’s a liminal state.
You don’t know what day it is.
You don’t know what time it is.
You open your phone, stare at it, lock it again, and still feel overwhelmed.
Plans feel optional.
Motivation is missing.
Your identity? Temporarily unavailable.
And somehow… that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.
This is the week where productivity clocks out and your nervous system finally gets a word in. The week where your brain stops performing and starts exhaling. You’re not lazy—you’re decompressing after a year that asked a lot, took a lot, and didn’t always explain why.
The Grinch stare says it all.
Not mean.
Not bitter.
Just done.
Done explaining yourself.
Done pretending you know what’s next.
Done forcing joy on command.
This in-between space isn’t wasted time—it’s a reset. Old expectations are shedding. New intentions haven’t landed yet. You’re not lost; you’re clearing the runway.
So if you’re eating leftovers at odd hours, ignoring emails with zero guilt, and staring into space like you’re buffering… congratulations. You’re participating correctly.
January will bring the goals, the pressure, the “new year, new you” noise. But right now? Right now you’re allowed to be idle. To be undefined. To not know who you’re becoming yet.
Rest here.
Breathe here.
Let this weird little week hold you.
Because sometimes the most productive thing you can do before a new beginning…
is absolutely nothing at all.
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