Self-Care Saturdays: A Cozy Day of Rest Before the Hustle

It’s Saturday, and I’ve barely moved from the couch and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The sun peeked through the blinds a little later than usual, and I didn’t rush to meet it. No alarms, no calendar reminders pinging me out of bed. Just the quiet creak of the house settling, a warm mug of ginger-turmeric tea in my hand, and the soft hum of the weekend beginning.

There’s a certain magic to slow Saturdays. The kind where you don’t change out of your robe until well past noon, and your biggest decision is whether you want to sip bone broth or make a smoothie. As a work-from-home mom with a growing brand and a to-do list that usually spills onto two pages, today felt like the calm before the beautiful chaos. And I welcomed it with open arms and fuzzy socks.

I started the morning with something that’s become sacred to me lately: skincare. Not the rushed, splash-water-on-your-face-and-hope-for-the-best kind. But the real kind. I’ve recently treated myself to a few Korean skincare products, and let me tell you, game changer. My skin has been drinking them up like a tall glass of water. There’s something so grounding about standing in front of the mirror, gently patting in that cooling essence or watching your face light up from the hydration of a snail mucin serum that I got from Amazon (yes, that one everyone’s obsessed with). It’s quiet. It’s intentional. And weirdly, it makes me feel like I’ve got it all together, even if I’m wearing pajama pants with a hole in the knee.

After that little spa moment, I curled up on the couch with my old friends—A Different World and Martin. I don’t know what it is about 90s sitcoms, but they just hit different. Maybe it’s the fashion, the theme songs (seriously, has there ever been a better intro than Whitley’s slow walk down those dorm stairs?), or the fact that everything felt a little more hopeful back then. I’ve seen these episodes a dozen times, but I still laugh like it's the first. Watching Martin clown around or Dwayne Wayne try to woo Whitley makes everything else—deadlines, emails, algorithms—fade to the background.

I didn’t do much else today. And that was the point.

No productivity hacks. No half-working while pretending to relax. I let the dishes sit in the sink. I ignored the little voice telling me I should be “getting ahead.” I just...was. And it felt delicious. Like slipping into warm sheets at the end of a long day. Like saying “no” without explaining why. Like giving yourself permission to just be.

People talk a lot about self-care these days, and sometimes it’s hard not to roll your eyes—especially when it’s packaged as a $60 candle or a juice cleanse you never asked for. But today reminded me that self-care doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be in the little things: the slow skincare, the warm turmeric tea, the familiar laugh tracks, the letting-go of everything for just one day.

Because next week? Oh, next week is going to be big. I’ve got brand deals lined up, content to create, ideas swirling around in my head faster than I can pin them down. It’s exciting and a little intimidating in the best way. I want to pour myself into it with full energy—and that starts by filling my own cup first.

So here I am, still in my robe (don’t judge), feeling a little more rested, a little more hydrated (inside and out), and a lot more ready to take on what’s coming. If you needed a sign to pause today, this is it. Do nothing. Watch something old. Pat on your favorite face cream. Sip something warm that loves your body back. Be kind to yourself. And remember: the world can wait—just for a little while.