My brain has had enough.
Or so I would posit as an adequate excuse as to why I am not being terribly productive. Must be something like a brain failure. Why else would I find it so hard to sit down and write? Why do I put off going to out and making images? Why to I find a million exuses for not pulling weeds, cleaning out the garage, working on my estate management case...all the "shoulds" that should be done?
And yes, I know how much better it feels to get things done. It is oh so exhilerating to not have duties and obligations hanging over my head. I get that! I truly do. Yet I procrastinate. I put off. I don't do today what I can put off until tomorrow.
And somehow I survive.
Well, it sounds much worse that it really is. I know my deadlines. I know my limits. I know that if I don't take care of myself there will be no one around to take care of business. So there you have it.
So all that said, I did write this blog. Tha's something. That's a start. And every moment is an opportunity to start again. And every completion opens another chance complete more.
And so it goes.