Mixing life: if you screw up, you can't start again.

I feel at peace sometimes, doing something relaxing. It's a nice feeling. Until somebody snaps me out of it and brings me back to the real world. Why oh why can't I mix that wonderful peace with real life? If I can go for a month in a monotone mood that would be fantastic. Or just relaxing with the alerts on homework still pressing me would be a blessing.
I love doing the things I love, which kind of counts as something I love.
Why can't I mix that with stuff I don't love as much? It really is so hard to combine feelings of worrying with happiness.
It may not seem like that, but that must be the best mood. The mood I strive for.