Things are hard when you don’t want to do anything. Things are increasingly harder when you’re also hung-over, lying on the bed next to your partner, wailing like a baby about how you really really don’t want to do anything right now e.g. me an hour earlier when I was complaining about having to walk my dog and write this newsletter. Two things I usually enjoy doing but somehow completely resented in that moment convinced I would be unable to perform them. Two things I have by now almost already completed.
Because to the annoyance and confusion of my surrounding in equal measures wailing is part of my process of getting to the other side. The other side being: Doing the actual thing. The more I throw myself dramatically on the floor, the more energy I create to actually start the very thing I proclaim loudly: I really don’t want to do.
“I thought you said, you were not going to do it.” is something I am very used to hear from people who do not know me wel…