Literally Just a Blob Today

You are goo. And that’s valid.

No ambition. No sharp edges. No motivation. Just a formless you, existing somewhere between the bed and the floor and maybe a snack.

This is low-tone dorsal. You’re not frozen, just melted. The body has dropped into softness, stillness, maybe even a little sweet apathy.

No need to push. No need to optimize. Wiggle your fingers. Roll your shoulders. Let one part of you remember: you're still alive in here.

You don’t need to be a superhero today. You can be a blob. And still be loved.