Dec 29, 2018 16:52
Hit with a wall of self doubts today. Planning - can I really do all I want to do next year? And when I see Rebecca Hamilton's posts about writers wanting it all now and not planning it out and...it just makes me feel like I'll never be good enough. Which I know is bullshit and yet.
I stare at the screen and the words don't come. I went to pay bills, and my account is in the negative because I've been careless, not watching carefully the past couple weeks. I've got it in savings, but I've done too many transfers in a one-month period so I can't transfer the money in my savings to my checking to pay bills. Which sucks. I get paid on Monday, but still...
Feeling useless and a bit of a sham right now. Tom spent all day fixing the gate and the fence - outside in the cold winds. And what did I do? Not a damn thing worth anything.
Is this depression? If so, I hope it takes a hike soon. Or maybe I'll just...unplug my writing and just be an office drone. I'm pretty good at that.