Some days are messy, disciplined, and ordinary — and maybe that’s what keeps us moving.
Not every day is a vacation.
Most days are just… life.
Working. Living. Surviving. Breathing.
But try not working — try doing nothing — and slowly, everything begins to feel bitter.
What first feels like rest soon turns into restlessness. The days stretch long, and even the simplest tasks — bathing, eating, tidying up — feel like mountains.
I’ve lived both extremes.
Years of strict parenting and routines, followed by days where I had full freedom to do whatever I wanted. And honestly, I’ve lived my life in all the wrong and right ways during those phases.
On lazy days, the plans stay trapped in my head, and my body just sloths through the hours.
No structure, no energy, no spark.
And yet — oddly enough — I’m grateful for the job I once didn’t love.
Because it gave my day a skeleton.
It made me get up, have breakfast, leave my bed, see people. It grounded me in small ways I didn’t notice then.
And now, life has come full circle —
My little tornado, my baby, doesn’t let me stay in bed even if I want to.
He doesn’t know about discipline or productivity — but he is the reason I’ve rediscovered both.
His energy, his routine, his needs — they’re gently teaching me to respect time again.
He’s reminding me that while chaos is real, so is structure, and we need both.
Life isn’t always glamorous.
But there’s a strange beauty in showing up — in doing the basics, even when it’s hard.
In eating well. In taking a bath.
In moving from “just surviving” to “gently living.”
And maybe that’s all we need to do today.
Calm with Me 