It’s Wednesday morning at 8:45 a.m. and already I haven’t done anything. Starting on Sunday I was quite motivated to be productive and then Monday and Tuesday I followed up with slightly lessened productivity but still 3 days that I consider somewhat progressive towards the goal of cleaning my room and moving out.
It’s already over 30° in my room with minimal ventilation of any kind. The radio is playing oldies from 70s and 80s but I’m still laying in bed blogging instead of moving instead of cleaning. Instead of really doing much of anything. My brain is flipping through the options of going back to sleep or starting something. Realistically as I look back, I see that the days I considered productive really didn’t move the project forward any. I’m fooling myself.
It’s so easy to do nothing these days. Equally, it’s difficult to do anything. That’s what makes it depressing in a loop. The less I do the more guilty I feel about doing less, and the more guilty I feel the more I just want to lay in close my eyes and sleep
Did I get a notification about another bill not being paid? Let’s go back to sleep