Plowing through
Feoh; Draig-Athar( r )
May the Wages of the Sword be Kind...
Goals are ephemeral things at best. Joining motivation to inspiration is rather like trying to farm for fog or herd cats. I suppose it's hardly to be unexpected that after so many years of lackadaisical efforts, that I should find it so difficult to recover my momentum. My attempts to correct all my failing paths at once don't allow for much progress in any one direction at a time. My forward momentum has been all but glacial, owing as much to my own innate capacity for laziness as to external distractions.
So...I sit here at my place of sanctuary from my own weaknesses, listening to the Phantom of the Opera, trying valiantly to regroup and channel my current burst of energy into something resembling a constructive outlet. After a review of my many begun but unfinished or unpolished works, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by the prospect of how involved and numerous my prospective rewrites are. Though I've made inroads towards straighten out my lifestyle into a healthier pattern, but I always feel as though I'm doing too little far too late. And of course, trying to maintain the house while also trying to organize into a maintainable arrangement is slowly proving an exorcise in madness.
Well, there's no point in dwelling on the work ahead; staring at it will not complete it any faster. Time to lower the head and lay on.
...may my next step never be my last.