Some say Mondays are the worst. But Tuesdays? Tuesdays are sneakier. They lull you into thinking the week has begun, that you’re already mid-stream… when really, you’re still paddling in circles with coffee that isn’t quite strong enough and eyelids that are on strike.

Today, I am operating at 63% brain function. My motivation is running on fumes. My dreams of productivity? Deferred. My to-do list is just quietly mocking me from the corner of my desk like a passive-aggressive houseplant. And honestly? I’m one pair of cozy socks and a weighted blanket away from declaring a national nap emergency.

Why do we not have a formalized afternoon nap protocol? Spain has the siesta. Toddlers have mandated nap mats. And here I am, a high-functioning adult woman with degrees and deadlines contemplating if 17 minutes of shut-eye can reset my soul. (Spoiler: it can.)

Maybe that’s what Tuesday is for: not full-out effort, not major revelations, but a slow shuffle toward equilibrium. A day to admit we are not machines, and our brains need rebooting.

So here’s your permission slip: if you’re tired, nap. If you’re cranky, snack. If you’re foggy, pause. The universe can wait 20 minutes.

After all, it’s only Tuesday.