There are days when I absolutely don't want to be productive. 🛋️ I don't make plans, I don't write down to-do lists, and I don't turn on reminders. I just stay home - in my soft, cozy fortress.

Today was just such a day. ☕ I woke up without an alarm clock - a rarity for me. I lit a vanilla-scented candle, brewed coffee, and lazily watched it slowly pour into the mug. I didn't even bother pouring it into a beautiful cup - I drank from my favorite, scratched, but warmest one.

I walked around the house barefoot, 🎵 listened to an old playlist, ate chocolate straight from the wrapper 🍫 and didn’t hide my phone under my pillow. I looked through old photos, laughed at old text messages, sometimes even talked to myself out loud. Probably, if someone saw me from the outside, they would say: “Boring.” But I wasn’t bored for a minute.

I pulled out a box of recipes, found long-forgotten spices and cooked hot soup just for fun. 🍲 Isn’t it nice to cook when you’re not expecting guests and not in a hurry to surprise someone? Just yourself - and that’s it.

I think that days spent at home in pajamas make us alive. 💛 They are like a quiet reminder: “You can slow down. The world will not collapse.” Tell me, do you allow yourself to just be at home all day and not be ashamed of it? 🏠