I will just do whatever my brain feels like at the moment, drop my task half way through and go snack / browse the internet / whatever and then eventually start a different task I feel like in the moment.
Yes I have a million projects, all created a mess and all are crushing me mentally right now 🫠
People ask me “you seem tired, let me know if I can lend an ear”, which is sweet but I don’t know how to explain to them that I’m mentally ill and it’s all my own damn fault.
Currently ripped apart the mudroom from my rental house (read: not mine) because the paint was crumbling, the MDF baseboards soaked up so much salt water and the walls were permanently stained because they used bad paint, so I spent almost $500 CAD on materials to fix it up and obsessively scraped off the existing paint, then had to shellac the wallpaper… Bleh. Also have to replace the base boards with solid wood ones (treated) so they don’t wick up moisture.
I found a folder of papers and copy books from my post-uni days when I was aspiring to be a writer. So many half formed ideas with “fix ____ and we have something” scrawled next to them.
The list will be made.
The list will be not done.
But I will spend my whole day feeling guilty about how I should do something on the list.
The list will not even be made.
I will just do whatever my brain feels like at the moment, drop my task half way through and go snack / browse the internet / whatever and then eventually start a different task I feel like in the moment.
Yes I have a million projects, all created a mess and all are crushing me mentally right now 🫠
People ask me “you seem tired, let me know if I can lend an ear”, which is sweet but I don’t know how to explain to them that I’m mentally ill and it’s all my own damn fault.
Currently ripped apart the mudroom from my rental house (read: not mine) because the paint was crumbling, the MDF baseboards soaked up so much salt water and the walls were permanently stained because they used bad paint, so I spent almost $500 CAD on materials to fix it up and obsessively scraped off the existing paint, then had to shellac the wallpaper… Bleh. Also have to replace the base boards with solid wood ones (treated) so they don’t wick up moisture.
I found a folder of papers and copy books from my post-uni days when I was aspiring to be a writer. So many half formed ideas with “fix ____ and we have something” scrawled next to them.
Nothing was fixed. We had nothing.