I am sleeping in a little bit later but still rising early enough to not feel rushed through the day.
I move slow through the morning: from bed to couch to breakfast to bathroom to couch.
I am eating what sounds delicious, what makes my body feel good, and treats that I crave leaving behind the guilt.
I treat myself to coffee on the car ride to work (but not enough to bring a crash halfway through the afternoon).
I am wearing clothes that make me feel confident, and comfortable, and cool in the heat and humidity.
I may not skip the stairs, but I don't skip the elevator either.
I am not putting myself down for not being conventionally "productive."
I am not getting nervous at the laundry that has been needed to be put away for the past three days.
I am not feeling guilty for not wanting to write or be creative, but I am being inspired by blogs, twitter, and pinterest.
I am staying out of the heat.
I am taking my shoes off at work and tucking them up under me in my chair--my favorite sitting position.
I watch TV when I get home from work... after I take my bra off and get into a large, comfy T-shirt.
I stay up a little later than usual enjoying the meanderings of the night.
I am telling myself that it's okay to not be continuously productive. That I can still feel good about myself and fulfilled without saying, "I got a lot done today. Good for me!"