There is no denying that living in a bedroom that is almost 100° f is a bed that is infested with bed bugs that eat away at you each night by the hundreds in a house owned by an unpredictable control freak with lots of issues is not a healthy environment.
My current home is not by any comparison a bad living environment.
But I’m still me, and that’s where my problems start. I’m the problem. It’s nearing my birthday and my annual evaluation of life. I have not progressed much. I moved in location but I’m not father ahead in any other way.
I still don’t know what I want in life, so it’s very hTd to progress towards it. I’m almost content with doing nothing if I could figure out a way to make it pay better. Either that, or figure out how to do nothing without the guilt of doing nothing getting in my way.
It’s a problem doing nothing on a home where the norm is not only to do something, but rather to do quite a lot of things daily and even complete many of the tasks. In this environment, doing nothing stands out.
It’s a harder adjustment mentally than one might expect. Any compromise means extra work.
I’m working on it.