Wait, no, my herb garden is brown and soggy. Nothing has sprouted because there hasn't been any sunshine. I can't grow plants with thunder and lightning, Mother Nature!
|I am this close to just pre-sprouted cheaters!|
It's been cloudy and chilly, which saps my energy. I actually took a nap between this and the last paragraph. Even after drinking half a pot of french-press coffee, I just needed to be horizontal and unconscious. For 2 hours. ugh.
|I just...I just need to lie...here...for a bit...|
|One more episode. Gotta finish this story arc.|
Let's be honest. Blaming my procrastination on the weather is not gonna fly. I'm not getting paid to permanently imprint my butt into the couch cushions, I'm getting paid to make things. Which means putting on my big-girl pants, buttoning up my entrepreneur-shirt, and doing my hair in a getting-shit-done-twist. I have found the best way to help myself move on from crap feelings is to acknowledge them, feel them, and then say goodbye to them. Then jumping around a little to get my energy up seems to help, too. So here goes:
I know I feel sluggish because of the gray days.
I feel gloomy, I have moped, and indulged the Blerch** for long enough.
I am done with sluggish, mopey, gloom. I'm ready to be productive.
I'm going to go jump around now.
**The Blerch was created and is described here by The Oatmeal.