Does anyone else feel like the weekend flies by—especially when you’re at home? When we slow down, relax, and do things that feel comfortable or joyful, time seems to move faster. Without schedules and pressure, the hours blend together. Before we know it, the weekend is over. Weekends often feel like they fly by because we finally slow down. When we’re relaxed, present, and doing things we enjoy, time seems to move faster. There’s less pressure, fewer clocks to watch, and more moments where we’re simply being instead of rushing. At home especially, the days blend together. Small, cozy routines—coffee, rest, conversations, music, maybe a little dancing—don’t stand out as “events,” but they quietly fill the time. Before we realize it, the weekend is gone. Sometimes it’s also because weekends are short compared to the structured weekdays. During the week, our minds track time carefully. On the weekend, we stop counting—and that’s often when time feels like it slips through our fingers. Maybe the real question isn’t why the weekend goes so fast, but whether we felt calm, connected, and restored while it lasted. If we did, then maybe time flying is a sign that we were exactly where we needed to be. I’m curious—how did you spend your weekend, and what made it feel fast (or slow) for you?