The planner graveyard is so real. Also, big same feels on the being an adult, supposedly, and not having my shit together, but feeling that pressure like I should... mine is further exacerbated by working with college aged kids and so many of them are so responsible. I'm like "How am I still a mess?" Ah, yes. Brain chemistry...
I don't have any sage words of advice, just letting you know you have a buddy in the muddy uphill trenches.
So much this. Once I started approaching myself with more compassion, the task paralysis stopped being so frequent. I will say, though... when it hits, it sucks. And I've actually just hit a point of going "Screw it, we're doing what we feel like today. If we feel like nothing, we do nothing." Usually when I come back, my brain is a lot happier to pick things up again.
The frozen situation... yes! "It's just a freakin' phone call!!!" part of my brain is yelling, while the majority of my brain refuses to dial the number.
The planner graveyard is so real. Also, big same feels on the being an adult, supposedly, and not having my shit together, but feeling that pressure like I should... mine is further exacerbated by working with college aged kids and so many of them are so responsible. I'm like "How am I still a mess?" Ah, yes. Brain chemistry...
I don't have any sage words of advice, just letting you know you have a buddy in the muddy uphill trenches.
and you have a buddy, too!
So much this. Once I started approaching myself with more compassion, the task paralysis stopped being so frequent. I will say, though... when it hits, it sucks. And I've actually just hit a point of going "Screw it, we're doing what we feel like today. If we feel like nothing, we do nothing." Usually when I come back, my brain is a lot happier to pick things up again.
The frozen situation... yes! "It's just a freakin' phone call!!!" part of my brain is yelling, while the majority of my brain refuses to dial the number.
For real! It's so damn hard, and yet could be easy at the same time.