It feels like a wretchedly wasted day. I had so many goals, minor ambitions for it. I took the first three days off from work to have the whole week, plus the added weekends to work on decluttering multiple spaces in my home. Although I’ve made some progress, I’m not nearly where I want to be, and I’m ridiculously easily distracted on top of it.
I can’t help but wonder, though, how much a certain sense of disheartenment and futility is slowing me down. I often get that, this time of year, thanks, I think, to lack of sunlight, combined with all the aspects of the holidays that grate at me so abusively.
If you’ve been paying attention, of course, it’s easy to see why that might be worse this year. I’m going to push forward, though, and try to keep at it.
I don’t want to hear it, though, if I don’t show up at anyone’s Thanksgiving dinners.