And once again, I place every possible thing ahead if this little journal task. At this point, it’s barely even useful for me as a record. I have learned one thing. This likely pertains to how I set it aside completely last year. The busy-work of having a dozen tasks and focusing on them to the exclusion of else may be one thing.
However, the heavy, humid, hot weather and spending day after day and hour on hour in it steals any desire to work on these creative projects. It’s like not getting enough oxygen to the brain. I have enough energy to stay fully engaged at work to the daily grind. There is nothing beyond that nor any desire for more in the dreary, wet and oppressive weather
The time was not empty of creativity. Even so, some things consumed days that should have taken hours. And the eventual lack of focus let me switch tracks a few times instead of maintaining. Admittedly, this is poor resource management on my part.
There are a handful of smaller tasks. As I write this over several hours, my attention is broken by work calls and other minutiae. Everyone knows this pain on some level. This is the same old problem of work and play in life. Whining over.