you can relax --- you can free yourself from the psychic chains that insist that you must have an intense emotional reaction to this thing or that thing --- that you must be overwhelmed by the burden of your responsibilities or the grand majesty of creation --- that every little setback must be narrativized into yarn about how life is naught but underwhelming boons and unearned tragedy

you can allow yourself to enjoy and savor the little highs and little lows in life as a pleasant texture, like felt or vulcanized rubber --- you can allow yourself to have a neutral reaction to something and not beat yourself up for your lack of passion for something that is just not part of your interests --- you can allow yourself to have complicated, mixed feelings about something and not feel like you're always some sort of centrist milquetoast milksop

whelmnation is permitted