Some days, I want to make an effort. I want to get all dressed up, put on the new outfit I just made, add a little makeup, and flaunt it. I want to spin around the dance floor with glee.

Other days, the effort doesn’t seem worth it. I don’t feel motivated to deal with all of the bullshit, and it feels better just to curl up at home with a glass of wine and a good book.

Today is one of the latter.