This morning I dropped my phone, burned my tongue with tea, and forgot my keys. And that's just in the first twenty minutes. I don't know how it all started - maybe with some kind of disturbing dream last night, or with the fact that I expected too much from this day. But here it is - that very "not your day".

I used to try to fight it. To pull myself together, turn up the music, squeeze out energy and productivity. But now I know - such days cannot be fixed, they can only be lived. And that is strength.

Today I allow myself to be slow. Not to respond right away. Not to look perfect. Just to live. Just to breathe. Can you afford it?

I opened the window, let some air in, and put my hair in a messy bun. I put on my coziest sweater, turned on a playlist of quiet songs, and brewed some jasmine tea. It's strange, but even the worst day becomes more bearable when you stop fighting for it.

I'm no longer afraid of being imperfect. And if the day is not mine, then I'll just... wait for mine. Maybe tomorrow? Or on the weekend? The main thing is not to run away from yourself in these moments. And what do you do on such days?