like going to sweden or iceland on a solo trip in the dead of winter where the sun rises late and sets early, and you’re jet lagged and you have no idea what time it is, you just sleep when you sleep and wake up when you wake up and go to a coffee shop and have a little piece of cake and put on all the clothes you can because it’s snowing and take your book with you everywhere across the city as you wander and when coffee shops aren’t open you make tea and watch movies in bed and write in your journal and you’re like a liquid floating through time and space, completely untethered to anything and anyway i’ve never beaten that high
this has been happening rarely for me nowadays, but historically when it does it is always when i’m passionately invested in something, truly happy, at peace or in love… or all of the above. it’s a beautiful feeling to not worry about what you need to do next and it means you’re not staring at the clock waiting for something to end. lose track of time. good stuff
Doing whateverrrr you want to do without checking the time
Getting lost in the things you consume MUSIC, SHOWS, FILMS
No notion of the outside world
Healthy break from everyone
Full day of inner world time
Coffee food your fav clothes
Guiltless self care
every once in a while I allow myself a “lost day” (I think the term originally came from a book or movie in reference to days spent on benders) which is when I spend all day in bed reading a book and do basically nothing else. Its basically trading a day of your life to live inside a book. Its such a luxurious feeling
