You were loved before you were useful. Rest in that on the days you get nothing done.

Worth that depends on output is unstable, because output varies and eventually drops. When love is tied to usefulness, rest becomes impossible and illness becomes terrifying, since both of them reduce what you produce. The claim here is about order: the love came first, before there was anything to be useful for, which means it is not scored against your week.

On a day when you accomplished nothing, resist the pull to justify yourself. Rest without paying for it afterward. Let the value of the day be settled by something other than the list.