It's a lot like not wearing pants.
no pants no pants, la la la
Yet I have managed to get some work done and meet with clients -- a day late in each case but still putting a roof on the table and bread over my head.
I ran errands today. Plunging forward from one to the next, being amazed by each, like a kid in the baby seat of a parent's 10-speed. Making lots of good choices about which errand NOT to run because there isn't "time" but still getting lost in thought/the grocery store for a few hours. I am taxing my newfound (and hard-earned) coping skills and techniques as far as they go and then some. Yes, we happen to be taking a shortcut through the Target store parking lot. No, we can't go to Target. Yes, that is one of the errands we need to run, and it is useful and we could be proud of getting that done. But we already told the client we will be there shortly and we are now only a few blocks from their office. And Target is very, very large. And orange. Sooo very orange and plastic. I need sugar and caffeine. This is the third time I've remembered that I need sugar and caffeine since I first noticed but the gas station was on the wrong side. Yes, I know, you could try very hard and go straight to the one item you need and straight back to the checkout. But EVERYTHING TAKES 15 MINUTES and I think we can agree that Target contains at least two everythings if not three. So on we go and so it goes on and on as we do.