Sometimes I get in bed, I’ve done nothing but breathe, stay in place, and distract myself for the entire day, and I feel a pretty heavy weight that’s only gotten bigger as I’ve gotten older; you know that voice that says, “i’ve got to do what this successful person did or i need to finally take that advice or i need to be PRODUCTIVE”. and in fact, I spent the whole day worrying so much about being productive that I didn’t do anything I really wanted to do in the first place. And that’s okay! We are not machines, we’re not broken or repaired, we just are. we are not measured by what we can produce, even though the society we live in wants us to feel that way soooo bad. Fuck that. find the love in the world and everything else will fall into place. be okay with doing nothing
