#Repost per credit from & the courtesy of @caitlincasella ・・・ I’ve been gifted these three qualities from my father: a strong work ethic, a passion for active leisure time endeavors, and ants in my pants. ⠀ Sometimes it’s hard for me to relax and be still. ⠀ Out of necessity, I’ve become well practiced at THE ART OF THE LOST DAY. ⠀ It doesn’t come easily. Or often. It’s a practice. Telling myself that it’s not only okay, but necessary to give myself an entire day every once in a while to do nothing “productive” is probably the most productive thing I can do. ⠀ In some respects this feels like a lost year. Yet I’ve been pushed to produce, perform and adapt like never before. ⠀ The piling on of grief has been overwhelming. I’ve touched the lowest depths of my mental health over the past few months. ⠀ News last night of a recent death of someone dear is bringing up unprocessed grief for my father-in-law’s passing in July. ⠀ And now on this day my heart aches for my city. 19 years later, my first major NYC traumas are relived under a new cloak of darkness. ⠀ I’m sharing this for anyone who needs a reminder that it’s okay to not be okay. Like really, it’s to be expected right now. ⠀ So I’m gonna miss a day this weekend. I might even miss the whole weekend. ⠀ Binging old seasons of Top Chef and walks in Central Park will be enough. ⠀ ⚡️🖤⚡️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #lostday #rest #selfcare https://www.instagram.com/p/CE_4dnGA5S2/?igshid=17bst8qb2n1m5