I woke up feeling like sh*t.

This morning, I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all. My body was heavy, my brain felt foggy, and even though the sun was out, I couldn’t get myself to leave my bed. I wasn’t sad, exactly, but I wasn’t okay either. I just felt… drained.

No dramatic breakdown. No major crisis. Just an overwhelming sense of tiredness I couldn’t explain. And before I knew it, it was 2PM, and I was still curled up in bed, scrolling on Pinterest, overthinking, and wondering what was wrong with me.

But instead of forcing myself to hustle out of it, I asked myself something different:

What do I need today, not to be productive, but to feel human again?

And the answer came quietly but clearly: the beach and a smoothie.

Not a to-do list. Not a reset routine that overwhelmed me. Just that.
So I went with it.

I started slow. I stretched under my duvet like a sleepy cat. I drank some water, washed my face, showered and put on comfy clothes that didn’t feel like pressure. No makeup. No big effort. Just softness.

I grabbed a smoothie from one of my favorite spots, something fruity and cold that felt like a tiny act of self-care. It was the first time all day that I felt a little grounded, like I was reconnecting with myself again.

Then I headed to the beach.

The second my feet touched the sand, something shifted. The sun hit my skin, the clouds were overlooking the ocean, the breeze tangled in my hair, and I let the waves be loud for me because I didn’t have the energy to be loud for myself. I didn’t check my phone. I didn’t need to post about it. I just existed.

I sat. I breathed. I let the salt air hold me.

And honestly? I didn’t come home feeling 100% better. But I felt lighter. Like I had listened to my body. Like I gave myself what I needed, instead of guilting myself into something I didn’t.

Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is choose rest. Not the kind where you sleep all day and wake up feeling worse, but the kind where you meet yourself where you are and move with kindness.

Today didn’t look productive. It didn’t look perfect.
But it was healing. And sometimes, that’s more than enough.