This is exactly what I did yesterday. After edging toward burnout for a few days, and after all the talk of publishing daily possibly not being the best idea after all, I gave myself permission to close my laptop and just walk away.
I watched some HGTV, went for a walk, did some grocery shopping, played some Candy Crush, read an actual, physical book, and went out for a pub dinner with my better half.
All the while letting my subconscious chew over what the hell I think I’m doing here.
I didn’t wake up with any grand epiphany this morning — I’m still not sure what I’m doing or why — but I did wake up looking forward to writing today. And that’s gotta be a good thing.