today has been a pretty mediocre day, as far as days go. i have felt neither any peak moments of joy, nor any nadir or sense of despair. i’m not motivated to be the best version of myself, nor am i particularly proud of any accomplishments. i haven’t felt compelled to write; no thought or topic has called to me the way they have on most of the other days of this 100-weekday writing challenge. today, i’d rather be a content-devouring blob: if it weren’t for the challenge, i’d probably be streaming something on the iPad while lying motionless underneath a cuddly cat-pile on my couch.
I enjoyed this dive into the unremarkable