A weekend is supposed to be a time for relaxation, maybe even inspiration. But is it? Or is it an elaborate joke, set up to make us feel guilty for lying around binge-watching shows while others, supposedly, are doing yoga at dawn? For some, the weekend means seizing the day—writing that novel, hitting the farmer’s market, and preparing the organic meal.

A weekend is supposed to be a time for relaxation, maybe even inspiration. But is it? Or is it an elaborate joke, set up to make us feel guilty for lying around binge-watching shows while others, supposedly, are doing yoga at dawn? For some, the weekend means seizing the day—writing that novel, hitting the farmer’s market, and preparing the organic meal.