"I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to..."

“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 damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.”

- May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude (via artpropelled)