I always forget how important the empty days are,
how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything,
even a few lines in a journal.
A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged day,
a sinful day.
The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally,
is to let it rest,
live in the changing light of a room.
(May Sarton, 1912 – 1995)
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