It was supposed to be simple:
One task. One shelf. One weekend.

That’s all. Just hang the curio shelf that’s been leaning against the wall like it’s waiting for permission to belong.
And yet—once again—it didn’t happen.

Weekends vanish faster than we realize. Somewhere between errands, texts, a few hours of rest (if we’re lucky), and the never-ending list of things we meant to do… Monday arrives.

We don’t talk enough about this quiet erosion of time. How we move through our days in motion but without pause. How checking boxes has become our default—and if the box isn’t checked, we call the weekend a failure.

But what if we’re measuring the wrong things?

Yes, I’m still standing.  Yes, I’m still moving.  Yes, I keep showing up.

But at this pace… what am I missing?

The truth is, always being “on” doesn’t make us successful. It makes us tired.
And over time, that grind—however subtle—starts to dull more than just our weekends. It dulls joy. Curiosity. Presence. Peace.

So no, I didn’t hang the shelf.  But I paid attention.

• To how fast the hours slip.

• To what really matters.

• And to the question I can’t shake:

If I’m always in motion… what am I rushing past?