The office is never far from my thoughts. Emails stack up. Deadlines linger. Projects wait patiently, like unopened tabs in my brain. Even on days off, work has a way of tapping me on the shoulder, reminding me it will be there when I return.
But today—the day after Christmas—there are more important things to do.
Today is for exhaling.
The rush is over. The wrapping paper is in the trash. The noise has softened into a quiet hum. This is the rare pause between what was and what’s next, and it deserves attention. Not productivity. Not planning. Just presence.
Be happy. On purpose.
That doesn’t mean everything is perfect. It means choosing to notice what’s good anyway: the extra cup of coffee, the leftover pie, the slow morning light, the fact that no one expects anything from you right now. It means letting yourself enjoy the stillness without guilt.
Work will be there tomorrow. It always is. But this moment—this calm, slightly disheveled, unstructured day—won’t last long.
So today, I’m doing the most important thing on my list.
I’m being happy.