Do You Have a Weekly Reset Day?
Here’s Why Saturdays Are Mine—Full of Bacon, Solitude, and Quiet Joy.
Introduction
Elton John sang about Saturday nights being alright for fighting. The Bay City Rollers turned it into a cheer:
“S - A - T - U - R - D - A - Y— NIGHT!” - written by Bill Marin and Phil Coulter.
Saturday nights are fun, sure, but for me, it’s not just the night. The whole day is a buffet of possibilities, and I’m showing up hungry.
Saturday has always been my favorite day of the week. It’s the one day that gives me space to breathe, to catch up, and to lean into the things that matter most.
It’s a day of freedom, rest, connection, and even productivity, but on my terms.
The Rhythm of Saturday
Typically, I don’t work my regular 9-to-5 job on Saturdays. I have the freedom to sleep in or get up early. That freedom is a luxury.
In my younger years, sleeping late was both a privilege and a sacred act. These days, I still occasionally stay in bed until noon with no regrets.
But when I choose to get up early, I’m in a great mood because I’m not waking up for work. I’m waking up for me.
Of course, like the rest of humanity, some Saturdays get scheduled by my wife or other family members. But when nothing’s on the calendar? That’s when the magic happens.
Those are the days that push my reset button. The pace slows just enough for me to catch my breath.
After I first take care of our two adorable fur balls, my options are as vast as the amount of glitter in a kindergarten art room.
I might throw a load of dirty clothes in the laundry, then make myself a bacon, jelly, and toast sandwich. (I love bacon.) Or I might pack up my laptop and headphones and head to my favorite fast-food spot: McDonald’s. It’s my kind of place, and they’ve got Wi-Fi.
I love bacon.
I’ll get a Bacon McGriddle (I love bacon). The folded egg, cheese, and bacon, surrounded by maple-syrup-flavored griddle cakes, rocks my world.
With my stomach full and my soul caffeinated, I crack open my laptop and pretend I’m the CEO of an important company. One where the dress code is “whatever you woke up in” and the boardroom smells like hash browns.
Some people find being alone in a crowd depressing. Not me. I love it. I’ll go to movies by myself, eat in restaurants solo, and feel completely at peace.
My solitude within a crowd, in some weird way, brings me joy. There’s something comforting about solitude in the middle of motion.
So sitting in McDonald’s on a Saturday morning, surrounded by the hum of conversation while I read, study, or write, is as fine as a dad joke at a middle school talent show: questionable, but confident.
Sometimes I stay so long that I end up grabbing lunch before heading home.
Productivity At My Own Pace
Saturday gives me the space to dream and build. I like to write. I send out a weekly newsletter called Disgustingly Simple, and this article is part of that series. My goal is to help you make better decisions and live a happier, more intentional life.
I post regularly on the platform formerly known as Twitter (now called X) and the platform geared for business people called LinkedIn.
I also occasionally teach at a non-profit organization I belong to, so I’m always working on lessons and illustrations. I’ve been working on some ebooks and resources for that non-profit as well.
Family Time
My wife is also “off” on Saturday. I’m not a big fan of grocery shopping, but occasionally, on Saturday afternoon, I will accompany her to the grocery store.
With an extra set of hands, she gets finished quicker, so we can get home and get in front of the television.
Our family never feels guilty for watching TV together, but Saturday is especially a great day for us to lounge around and binge. We recently finished all five Godzilla and King Kong movies, collectively known as the Monsterverse.
We also loved the first season of a TV series called Monarch: Legacy of Monsters set within the same universe.
Recreation
Saturday is also a day for me to get some exercise on my terms.
My favorite recreational activity is playing a round of golf with my friends.
Golf allows me to get some outdoor exercise while stretching my patience like teaching a cat to fetch. It’s technically possible, but emotionally exhausting.
South African native Gary Player is one of the most accomplished and respected figures in golf history. He has nine major championship wins, and he completed a career grand slam (winning all four major championships) by the age of 29.
With all these accolades, Gary says:
Golf is a puzzle without an answer. I’ve played the game for 40 years and I still haven’t the slightest idea how to play.
Golf is a game that you can play pretty well, and pretty awful during the same round. Each time I play, I have had at least one decent shot where I will think, “That’s the shot I want to remember today. That one will bring me back to play again.”
So I can exercise my body and my mind on the golf course.
Reflection
Saturdays are more than just a break from the grind—they're a weekly invitation to live life on my own terms. Whether I'm writing, golfing, or just soaking in the quiet hum of a McDonald's morning, I feel most like myself.
It's the one day that consistently reminds me that rest and joy aren't luxuries, they're necessities. And in a world that rarely slows down, Saturday is my sacred pause.
Invitation
Let’s face it. Every day we wake up is a gift. It may not feel that way with life bearing down on us with pressures both real and imagined. Some of those pressures we’ve brought upon ourselves, and others we had nothing to do with.
It’s important to be able to withdraw from the madness and relax our psyche.
Take a moment to reflect on your own rhythms, and notice what brings you joy, peace, or purpose. Sometimes, the simple act of naming it is the first step toward living it more fully.
What’s your favorite day of the week and why? Drop me a comment or reply. I’d love to hear your thoughts.