Wherein we ride the struggle bus for a few stops.

2020 hasn’t been too great so far. I spent most of January sickly and overwhelmed, and I’m still struggling to adapt to my new work schedule (and office, and lack of office). I’m constantly fighting this feeling that there aren’t enough hours in the day — and although I know that’s pretty much the modern condition for most people, this isn’t usually the way I feel. My average daily to-do list has gone from 6-8 items a day to 12-16 items a day. It’s not my imagination; the overwhelm is real.

My energy is low, my mood is foul, and I’m struggling with regular day-to-day tasks and routines. I would be deeply depressed, but I don’t have time for that. I guess I could put that on my to-do list, too — just so I could postpone it day after day after day, like half the other things I need to do.

I’m just not doing very well. I might as well admit it.