Not Today

In the post production fog of depression, I am finding it very difficult to motivate to do anything. By all metrics, our green theatre proof-of-concept was a rousing success. Yet, in this moment, when momentium is everything, I am eating yogurt and reading trashy novels. Things that seemed so simple last week are apparently insurmountable obsticles that cause a yawning pit of anxiety in my gut. Every time I even think about next steps, I reach for the bag of chips seeking the comfort of crunchy things.

How long can I allow myself this grace of inaction?

I just sat staring at that line of text for a good 10 minutes. Aparently, today is not the day I turn it all around.