My weekend struggle usually starts every Saturday when I wake up. My first thoughts usually revolve around all the different tasks and chores I hope to complete by the end of the weekend. If I am not up before 10am, I start feeling a sense of dread, like I am squandering my time and everything will pile up (Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout style!). When you are a self-professed overachiever, your weekends don’t magically translate into an oasis of relaxation and rest. If you spend the majority of your weekdays at work, obviously some tasks have no choice but to be completed on the weekend, but having an equally massive to-do list for the 48 hours between Friday evening and Monday morning is just a recipe for long-term unhappiness. Despite knowing this, it is still incredibly hard to relax during the weekend without feeling guilt pangs. I have to retrain my brain to appreciate leisure and tolerate some degree of laziness, so my body and mind can physically recover enough to return to work sharp, and ready to tackle my projects. The way I am approaching this sometimes impossible seeming task is to #1, give myself pep-talks that encourage me to slow down. The weekend feels like such a short amount of time, but if I remind myself that it’s ok for a few tasks to seep into the following week, there is less I feel I have to get done all at once. Second, I am purposefully trying to spend more time outside. If I am indoors, I am surrounded by reminders of everything I need to be working on, but as soon as I get outside and feel the crisp, fall air, I have an easier time disconnecting and feel more in touch with myself. Finally, my re-training as a part-time weekend lazy person involves recruiting others to my cause, particularly my husband who was born with the very talent I am trying to cultivate. I need verbal and physical cues to slow down sometimes, and having him encourage me to take a nap, or sit down and watch an entire television show without folding laundry at the same time is invaluable. I will continue to look for additional ways to unlock the lazy person within me, even if only for four hours on a Sunday when football is on.