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life, unscripted

Why Are We All So Obsessed
with "Resetting"?

On Sunday Resets, fresh starts, and whether we're actually catching up or just performing it.

Somewhere along the way, Sunday became a verb. You don't just spend your Sunday anymore — you reset it. Fresh sheets, the laundry finally caught up, a week of meals prepped and sitting in the fridge like insurance against Tuesday-you. There's an entire genre of video dedicated to it, filmed in soft light, set to music that sounds like a fresh start feels.

I don't think this is shallow. I think it's one of the most honest things we do. But I also think it's worth asking what we're actually resetting — the space, or the sense that we're behind.

Because a reset isn't really about the laundry you finally folded or the meals you lined up in containers. It's about drawing a line and calling everything before it finished, whether or not it actually is. Which means, somewhere underneath it, there's a version of you that felt like the old week was a mess you needed permission to leave behind.

That's not a bad instinct. Wanting a clear surface to think on is human. But there's a difference between resetting because it genuinely helps you function, and resetting because you've quietly decided that showing up "behind" is a moral failure that needs correcting every seven days. One is maintenance. The other is a treadmill dressed up as self-care.

it doesn't fix the week — it just buys you a fresh surface

And I think that's the part nobody puts in the video. The reset doesn't fix the thing that made the week feel unmanageable in the first place. It just gives you a really beautiful, really temporary illusion that you've caught up — right before the next week starts asking the same things of you that this one did.

I still do it. Fresh sheets, the laundry finally done, a week of meals lined up in containers like I'm bracing for something. I shower, and change into my HONET striped loungewear set right after, and that's usually the moment it starts to feel like something's actually different, not just cleaned up. I'm not checking into a hotel room where someone already made everything ready for me. I'm the one doing the turndown service. I'm the guest and the staff — and only one of them actually gets to rest.

So — genuinely — is your reset helping you, or are you just performing catching up? I'd actually love to know in the comments.

xo, Journaled