I Used to feel Guilty

I used to feel guilty for lazy days, days spent on the sofa or in bed with the dogs and fuzzy blankets. Days binging on stupid shows and movies or reading all day long. Days where I don’t change out of my sweatpants and drink an extra cup of coffee (with maybe a side of Oreos). I used to feel guilty…until today. Today I was feeling bad for being lazy and thinking I should get up and do all the things; and then as I was scrolling mindlessly through social media posts I was witnessing people on vacations. Friends lounging on beaches or posing on snow covered mountains in far away places and I realized that if I was out of town I wouldn’t be accomplishing my many tasks on my to do list. So what’s wrong with pretending that I’m out of town and ignoring all those tasks while being completely chill at home? I’m sure I could name quite a few things wrong with it but not today, today I’m not going to even try. Today I’m going to pour another cup of coffee and curl up with these puppies while binging on seriously stupid shows because my extremely busy and emotionally overwhelming 2020 is here y’all and it officially starts Monday but not today.