01/02/2026
This.
Just let is all be and feel peace.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s doesn’t follow normal rules.
Time feels blurry.
Days don’t have names.
Everyone’s living off leftovers, cold coffee, and whatever snack is closest.
The decorations are still up, but the rush is gone. The excitement has softened into something quieter. Pajamas become an outfit. Bedtimes loosen. The house stays a little messier, and somehow… that’s okay.
It’s a week of exhaling.
No countdowns.
No expectations.
Just space.
Kids are home. Laughter shows up randomly. The calendar finally gives us permission to slow down without guilt. It’s not the magic of Christmas or the promise of a fresh start yet, it’s the pause in between.
And maybe that’s the best part.
Because this week isn’t about doing more.
It’s about sitting in what already was.
Letting memories settle.
Letting tired bodies rest.
Letting hearts catch up.
Before the goals, the resolutions, and the noise return, there’s this quiet, overlooked week reminding us that rest is productive too.
And we don’t have to rush through it.
