Sometimes you’re not okay. You don’t have any particular reason. You’ve been content, and the sun is shining, and it’s sweatshirt weather. You light candles, take a bath, go for a walk. You research a personal interest. You pick up a pen and try to write, but you can’t. Nothing you do helps. Today you’re not okay.
You know there are projects waiting on you. The draft of an essay is due tomorrow. The sink is starting to pile up. You don’t tuck your clothes into their drawers. Your eyes hurt from- you don’t know what.
There are a million things to do. All you want is greasy take out, and a day of Netflix. And sometimes that’s okay. Sometimes you’re not okay.