Feeling unmotivated, uninspired, and frustrated. An ever-growing to do list, lots to prepare, have not started.
Nothing feels right. I feel quite defeated.
I want to do many things, but I let myself get in the way. I want to be out there in the world but I forget to allow myself to do that. Why can’t I put my own needs first? What’s wrong with that?
Maybe I already know what I need to do but I’m incapable of doing that because I won’t. Maybe I just need to get up and go.
So much to do, so many things to take care of, where does all the time go? How do I hold space for myself?
The San Francisco therapist kept telling me I shouldn’t be terrified of creative experimentation.
“I don’t know what’s going to come out of me,” I told her. “It has to be perfect. It has to be irreproachable in every way.”
“Why?” she said.
“To make up for it,” I said. “To make up for the fact that it’s me.”
-Ugly, Bitter, and True by Suzanne Rivecca
I really don’t take care of myself. I should be kinder to myself.
The going gets tough until the tough gets going. You got this!