Welp. That's Me Fucked Up

It's already Wedensday and the odds of me working on SESP at all are... low.

And I really need to look after myself rather than fret about what I'm not doing.


Because anxiety, I gotta fret anyway. Which drains the personal batteries. Which leaves me less energy for doing the thing. Which lowers the odds of thing-doing even further. Which increases the guilt for not doing the thing.

::Windmills of Your Mind plays in the background::

I need permission to just relax, and that's never easy. If I can make something of a start this week then I earn a gold star.

Motivation is hard when one has forgotten half of what one was doing and how one was doing it. I can feel another kludge session coming on.

Meanwhile, I do what I do best. More instant stories.