Days like yesterday -- I was uninspired, unmotivated, unproductive -- happen. It's naive to think such days can be forever banished from my life. Today I'm once again reminded that hours of sloth aren't as detrimental to the universe as they can seem.
Perhaps it's one of those "being human" things that are better to embrace than eschew.
Even when we don't write, thoughts are incubating, ideas are generating, subtle rhythms are percolating. Something is still happening in the head and heart. Being self-critical on "unproductive" days is probably the most unproductive thing we can do.
If you're feeling floppy and listless, maybe you need a day or two to rest. Maybe your body or your mind is trying to tell you something. Maybe not.
Maybe you don't need to rest, and you are, in fact, lazy.
So?
Rest, relax. Take a nap. Be lazy. But enjoy. Don't sulk about your break. There are way better things to mope about if you absolutely must.
Just wake up the next morning and give it another shot.
