I’m bad at relaxing.

I feel guilty when I’m not productive. The problem is that when I force myself into productivity to avoid guilt, I rarely accomplish anything important. But at least I don’t feel guilty.

The problem is that over time, I become exhausted. It’s not burnout, but it’s in the same realm. Today is one of those days, and I’m excited for it.

I don’t feel like working. I have no urge to code or design something. Even this act of writing feels somewhat torturous — the muse has taken the day off.

And I think I will as well.

I’ve had a busy few weeks. I’ve accomplished a lot. And I’ve spent the last few days having an incredible time with some of my favourite people.

So today I will remain couch-bound.

I’ve earned it. And I owe it to myself.