Madam, you are disingenuous beyond belief
So, this morning's chipper-ness has worn off. That's alright, you can't be chipper all the time.
(By the way, there's swearing in the next bit,too, but not enough to take the edge off the angst.)
I keep telling myself it's alright - baby steps, kiddo, just take baby steps. The past year or so has thrown a mind-numbingly large amount of shit our way. It's a wonder we're still standing.
But we are. Although I think that's all we're doing.
And while we're standing, wobbling a bit, punch drunk and wondering 'What next?' - we know what next. Or at least some of it. The house is falling to fucking pieces. And I'm not joking.
We knew that it wouldn't get through the next winter, but didn't expect it to be the summer that did for it. Haha.
Oh god.
Can't babystep my way through this. It needs tackling. In a very big way. Now. Because it needed tackling at the end of April and it was next on my list. I have an excellent excuse for not doing it then, but still...
Now there's no reason why I shouldn't do it. Except.....
Yes, well. The only thing that's making any sense at the moment is scribbling and that's not because it's so good or so rewarding or any of that. It's just an illusion of progress - made while sitting still. Avoiding what needs to be done.
Maybe next week, eh?
(By the way, there's swearing in the next bit,too, but not enough to take the edge off the angst.)
I keep telling myself it's alright - baby steps, kiddo, just take baby steps. The past year or so has thrown a mind-numbingly large amount of shit our way. It's a wonder we're still standing.
But we are. Although I think that's all we're doing.
And while we're standing, wobbling a bit, punch drunk and wondering 'What next?' - we know what next. Or at least some of it. The house is falling to fucking pieces. And I'm not joking.
We knew that it wouldn't get through the next winter, but didn't expect it to be the summer that did for it. Haha.
Oh god.
Can't babystep my way through this. It needs tackling. In a very big way. Now. Because it needed tackling at the end of April and it was next on my list. I have an excellent excuse for not doing it then, but still...
Now there's no reason why I shouldn't do it. Except.....
Yes, well. The only thing that's making any sense at the moment is scribbling and that's not because it's so good or so rewarding or any of that. It's just an illusion of progress - made while sitting still. Avoiding what needs to be done.
Maybe next week, eh?