I don't know what to do.
I have so much to do. Everywhere I look, I see messes to take care of, disorganization to fix, problems to solve...people to feed. I have been trying all morning to motivate myself to do better, be better. To move. To get something done. To make a difference in this little hovel.
I have a lovely house. It's small for seven people, but it's lovely. I wish I could organize it so that it looked as lovely as it is.
I have the entire day stretching out in front of me, and a desperate desire to come to the end of it feeling like I accomplished something around here, and a sinking feeling that I will, once again, not.
I keep making false starts, giving up, moving on to the next thing. I keep getting distracted by blogs, by facebook, by youtube.
I'm goin' a bit nutty, wanting to crawl out of my own skin, and wishing I had more courage to face my piles of laundry, of paper, of dishes.
**Edited at 7pm, to add a link to the YouTube clip that made my day.
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