You'd think being unemployed would give me all the time in the world to post.
Well, obviously it hasn't.
Some of it is watching Gabriel all day, some is actually looking for work. Other time is spent (still) unpacking.
And, I guess, a lot of it has to do with depression. I don't think I'm non-functional yet, nor is this a pity post. I am, however, noticing that it takes a lot more oomph to get me motivated these days past the things I need to be doing.
Gabriel and Mono are cared for, the errands get done. Nothing is going to pot except maybe my mind.
I don't do resolutions. You have to want to get your shit in order EVERY day, not just when you're loaded up on champagne and finger foods.
But I *am* going to have to get my ass in gear if I am going to have a shot of getting past this spot of trouble we're in. Call it what you want, but I need to resolve - there's that word after all - to do better at this.
Granted, posting random thoughts and links aren't going to do it. But the very fact that I haven't been doing that little is a pretty good sign that I'm in deeper than I want to admit.
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