So here's what I did:
Yesterday I gave myself *ONE* thing to do ... doing the dishes in the sink. I said, "if you only had that one thing to do, could you handle it?" ... yes. So I told myself that's the one thing I have to do that day. If I clear out all the other stuff, I should take care of this, I should take care of that, I can handle it.
So I did that.
And yesterday I'd see something else and say, "I need to go do this" and then, "no, you only have to take care of the dishes, that's it, nothing else" and that way I didn't get bogged down.
So I did the dishes and it felt like no big deal this way. Actually I also did a load of laundry, against the rules ;)
Then last night I gave myself one other thing to do, well actually three, two of which I've already done today, and I looked and thought, "well, that one will take five minutes, I can handle it, and this one will take ten minutes, I can handle that"
It's really the conglomeration of ALL the things to do that overwhelms me. I wonder if it bothers J that I get overwhelmed. I'm not sure if he experiences that and I'm also not sure to what degree he understands that that happens to me, although do I tell him the truth about what goes on for me. I don't share it as rawly as I might with another.
Last night I started watching Intermission with Colin Farrell
and then realized I had already seen it. I actually was surprised again by the first scene, I love that scene, where he's flirting with this girl behind the counter, going on and on about how he wants to settle down and who knows when it might happen, who knows if today they're strangers and tomorrow they'll be madly in love or who knows if he's just there to rob her. What a great scene. How could I have forgotten that? I love it.