I am lying on the couch in the middle of the day on a sunny afternoon, and my motivation to do absolutely anything else has left. The. Building.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I do know what’s not wrong with me. I am not sick. I am not more tired than usual. I am not “due” for a down day. I am not bored. There are 100 good things I could be doing right now. It’s not as if I have already done all the extra projects I could have used this down time to do.
So many things to do and I don’t want to do any of them
In fact, I still have not done ANY of them. I could and probably should be sorting through closets or cleaning out the attic or repainting walls or washing windows or raking the yard or learning some new skill or at the very least figuring out how to harvest natural yeast from…