Something isn't right in my world.
I don't feel challenged. This is likely a result of not being focused on anything in particular. I don't have (and haven't had for some time) an ability to focus and concentrate on a single task. I have mentioned before that there are tasks and projects that I can do around the house, but I don't want to make a mess that I can't get cleaned up.
I'm spinning my wheels. I'm afraid to venture out. I'm afraid to stay in and live.
I realize that I am most likely just being hard on myself. I expect too much. But I'm saying it anyway. I know that I just took a knitting class. I know that I have spent a few hours with crafty artists like myself, exposing myself to new people. I know that I have made a few trips to Curves this month. I know that I helped to lug stone around my neighbour's house this past Saturday.
My problem is with myself. On a day when I get out of bed, get out my breakfast, unload the dishwasher, have a shower, check my email...I feel as if I have accomplished nothing. I'm sure that I sound like a broken record.
I'm obviously still working on being my own best friend, and not my own worst enemy.