You don’t have to eat tofu.
You don’t have to read the books that people say you should read, or watch the TV shows people think you should be watching.
You don’t have to spend an hour scrolling through someone that you went to school with ten years ago’s holiday photos.
You don’t have to go to a spin class.
You don’t have to explain yourself to anybody.
You don’t have to feel your heart rate rise when you read articles about the tango-haired sex pest who resides in the White House.
You do have to do your tax return.
You do have to be passionate.
You do have to make something, even if it’s just a big mess or a horrible noise.
You do have to clean the bathroom.
You do have to show up to work on time when you’d rather spend the day watching Netflix and drinking tea.
You do have to get your face in the sun when you’re feeling sad.
You do have to water the plants.
You do have to spend the day doing the things you’d be happy to die doing.
You do have to take in life’s wonders.
You do have to be kind.
May what you touch be touched.