This ‘being an adult’ thing requires serious momentum.
The dishes need doing. So does the laundry. The fridge needs to be fixed. So does the washing machine. The car needs new tyres and I need to sort out adult things like medical aid, investments, retirement funds etc etc ad infinitum.
Doing these things makes me feel good. Strong. Capable. Adult. Yet it is always a huge thing to get started. I drag these things out until they almost become an emergency. That makes me angry. And sad. And depressed.
It’s no good throwing Nike-like “just do it!” slogans at me. I am very good at blocking them out. Still. I need to.
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