I feel, simultaneously, like I'm getting a lot of long-neglected things done AND I am the laziest person alive. Motivation has slowed down as much as our economy has in this shelter in place era. Which on the one hand, I would never ever wish these circumstances or anxiety on anyone, and on the other, I am very well rested. I've read some good books, watched good shows, and played a game I'm enjoying very much on my phone (you can do it Lily, you can save your garden!). It's amazing what the step back has put into perspective. It's hard to get upset over much of anything that isn't life threatening right now. Traffic? Meh. Social media snipe? Who cares? Politicians? I just turn off the TV.
However, this also means there is no sense of urgency. I'm working on my second book now. At the beginning of each month I tell myself, "This month I'm going to write a 1000 words a day! Woohoo me!" But it actually turns out like this...
"Redecorated" front room (i.e. packed up Easter stuff (a couple of weeks late)). Words written: 70 words a day
Cleaned up yard/garden garbage, which has been accumulating 2-5 years. Words written: 50 words a day
Ordered new window shades, which I've had on the back burner for three years. Words written: 0
You can see the alarming pattern right? Now in my defense, my house and garden are looking pretty darn cute, but I've got to make a change.
Today I ordered curtains for the bathroom...
and... I blogged!
OH MY GOD, SHE'S ON FIRE!! - wg takes a bow
P.S. Why isn't "slown" a word? I.e. things have slown down. Or maybe just "slowed/slowing down" had a baby and its name is "slown"? My motivation has slown. Life's been crazy so I'm gonna slown. I'd chip in for the cake but my income is slown. That makes sense, right?
P.P.S. Aw shit, I just looked up slown and apparently it means slut clown. Now I'm just offended as a feminist.