The Art of the Sunday Reset: A Ritual for Black Women Who Pour Into Everyone Else

I used to wake up Monday morning already tired. Not because I didn’t rest, but because I never really reset. As Black women, we’re always on, managing work, kids, relationships, goals, side hustles, and emotions (ours and everyone else’s). We pour, and pour, and pour… until there’s nothing left for us. And then we wonder why our spirit feels heavy by Wednesday.

That’s when I realized, Sunday isn’t just a day off. It’s a day in. A day to come home to myself. A day to remind my body, mind, and soul that I matter too.

My Sunday Reset didn’t start fancy. It wasn’t some influencer routine with candles, crystals, and a robe that matched the mood board. It was just me, one quiet hour, and the decision to stop starting my week from a place of exhaustion.

Some Sundays, it looks like cleaning my space and lighting incense while Sade plays in the background. Other Sundays, it’s laying in bed with my phone on “Do Not Disturb,” journaling about what went right last week instead of what went wrong. Sometimes it’s washing my hair slowly, like it deserves patience. Sometimes it’s crying, because I finally gave myself permission to release what’s been sitting heavy.

That’s what the Sunday Reset is a ritual of return. A soft reminder that we don’t have to wait for breakdowns to practice care.

It’s the moment you stop rushing into a new week and instead set the tone for how you want to feel. It’s checking in with yourself the way you check in with everybody else. It’s saying, “How am I really doing?” and being honest about the answer.

You don’t have to have a perfect routine. Your reset might look like cooking a big meal with your favorite playlist on blast, or walking outside in silence. It might look like doing laundry while talking to God, or journaling your affirmations. The point isn’t the aesthetic, it’s the intention.

Because when you start your week from a grounded place, everything hits different. You make better choices. You speak kinder words to yourself. You stop letting your phone dictate your peace. And sis, the truth is, your rest and your reset are sacred. You can’t pour from an empty cup, and you can’t overflow from a neglected one.

So this Sunday, before the world starts asking for your energy again, give it to yourself first. Put on your comfy clothes, make a cup of tea, breathe deeply, and just be.

Let your home smell like calm. Let your mind settle. Let your body exhale.

Because the best version of you, the one that the world needs, shows up when you stop rushing and start resetting. You deserve to enter Monday from a place of peace, not pressure. That’s the art of the Sunday Reset.