Today felt off.
After a few genuinely productive days in a row, I woke up irritable, unsettled, and uncomfortable in my own skin. The weather can’t seem to decide what it’s doing—hot, then cold, then hot again—and my allergies are clearly taking that as a personal invitation to act up. My body noticed before my mind did.
Life has a way of doing that. Just when things feel like they’re smoothing out, it throws a few quiet twists and turns. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to remind you that control is mostly an illusion.
At some point today, I resigned myself to a simple truth: this just isn’t a good day.
I once heard Mel Robbins talk about the “rule of thirds.” A third of the day goes well. A third is neutral. And a third is… less desirable. Despite good intentions, decent habits, and real effort to “be well,” my physical and emotional state landed squarely in that last third today.
And that’s frustrating—especially when you’re doing all the “right” things.
Still, the day wasn’t a total loss. I got most of my basic chores done. I crossed one or two things off my to-do list. The world didn’t end. Nothing caught fire. Progress just showed up quietly instead of triumphantly.
The biggest win came late in the day, when I finally stopped arguing with myself.
I told myself it’s okay.
It’s okay to feel unpleasant feelings without fixing them. It’s okay to sit with discomfort instead of trying to out-think or out-work it. Whatever moment this is—it will pass. They always do.
So tonight, the plan is simple: refocus, reset, repeat.
And wipe itchy watering eyes and sneeze.
Because apparently that’s part of it too.
— Michelle
