Ever have those days (or weeks) where no matter HOW many inspirational & go-getter quotes written in italics on instagram it ain’t going in or doing the trick. Lunar eclipse this, liver Qi that, Mercury retrograde fuey. The monster inside hasn’t had its full 8 hours of sleep, been fed its caffeine, or chocolate, or had its cardio (or worse, it has had all these things) and its being a ass. Some days, are for the “chuck it in the fuck it bucket”. Stop fighting the tide, will it really matter next week, tomorrow, 5 years from now. Is it a life or death importance situation? No? Fuck it bucket, so you’re grumpy, and the monster is roaring, fuck it. Go with it, be grumpy, stomp, indulge, but still be a nice human even tho albeit grumpy. Maybe it will pass tomorrow, maybe it won’t. And if it’s still there tomorrow and the feel good quotes still piss you off, don’t double tap them. And then book yourself in @zhongcentre
to make sure your inner monster isn’t actually from roudy hormones. But until then, stop fighting. The moon will move, the tides will change, the instagram algorithm will switch up again, and your stresses will still be in the fuckit bucket (where they belong).