I sat on my butt this week, doing nothing.
Even though I had much to do.
I'm tired and when going through depression I have an extraordinarily difficult time accomplishing anything worthwhile.
So I've adopted a coping mechanism, one of which I have used on and off for years. It's simple: Make a list of duties. Then once I'm done with one duty, I cross it off the list and move on to the next one. I once read the mere act of putting a line through a finished task releases dopamine in the brain and God knows I need that.
I'll get two boxes repacked each night this week and then five or more each weekend day.
I'll make progress I swear.
And I'll alert you, dear reader, when progress occurs.
Peace and progress to all of you my brothers and sisters.