Lately I’ve been really stuck and can’t seem to get going.
From October of last year through about March, I was doing great. Making constant progress with organization and mental clarity, learning new things, completing projects, exploring my creativity, and putting myself out in the world more.
Then some major life things started creeping in and won’t seem to let go. I’m not going to lie and say “Oh I haven’t had the time.” The truth is, my mind hasn’t had the space and energy. It’s not just one thing. It’s been a cluster of things happening with so many people that I love. Then, a few weeks ago, I had the biggest bomb drop in my lap and that just completely took over.
It was like I had a lot of external things to give a shit about and then one giant smothering turd landed on top and that rules my thoughts since.
I’ve shoveled away the main parts of the mess that were blocking me from even seeing the rest of the world, but I’m not in the clear yet. Now I’m trying to get up and start walking again, but I’m slipping around on the all the original problems and still feeling the weight of the monster of a problem that has infiltrated my life.
On the plus side, I haven’t lost most of the habits and changes that I started–just haven’t made any further progress.
This week I might have moved like a couple of inches. Better than nothing, I guess. I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?