I'm avoiding doing anything meaningful, and just playing about. I have no get up and go right now. Perhaps it left me with the chickens.
And I'm behind! I hate being behind and I find the behinder I get the less motivated I get. It just seems a battle that I don't want to wage?
Isn't that the way it is?
We see the mountain in front of us that we've built ourselves and stand their shaking our heads going; too big, can't climb it. And then more dirt gets thrown on and the mountain is even bigger.
Well at least that is what I do, don't know about anyone else.
With me it really does take a rhythm, a pattern I need to develop, and as long as I stay on track I am fine. But the moment I'm thrown I start looking up at the crest of the mountain and I'm ready to camp where I am and let the mountain grow.
Okay...see talking helped, even if no one hears.
Off to make mincemeat out of that mountain.