Maybe it is due to the most recent unresolved infection, but this week, my impetus is lagging. I just do not care enough to tackle more project responsibility.
Last week was hardcore pushing the boulder up the mountain for rent with little flex elsewhere to apply money toward needs. This week with low client scheduling, the effect is similar now that rent has emptied the bank.
I am following through on attending healthcare appointments and showing up where I need to. I think that doing work laundry at home late into evenings has eaten the rest buffer I was trying to adhere to.
I had tried to get a linen service to lighten the burden, but they are delaying set up of my account due to lack of drivers. And my efficient method of once-a-week at the laundromat got nixed because we needed food vs. this expenditure.
So, I am cutting back more and more on external energy outputs. I have even cut back work hours in an attempt to bring in smooth workflow that is manageable and predictable.
I have not finished my taxes, though I did file an extension. I tried calling to cancel my Oxford TEFL training, but when I did, their number had been conscripted by some other advertising agency.
I want to just dive into my script and creativity – and shove everything else that is paper oriented right off of the table.
Why do I stay attached to past attempts at advancement if I am no longer willing nor able?
Is it due to fear because Covid interrupted our freedom of movement?
I find that my psychology is currently inflexible and my wings are feeling feeble.
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