They are hard. Even if they’re long-awaited & long-desired ones. I’ve been looking forward to working on a particular book project for months and can’t seem to get started with it. Bits and pieces - yes, but nothing that feels like real progress. I blame it on the move: my work spaces got disrupted and now my mental space is disrupted as well. And I seem singularly undisciplined about working just anywhere. The house is coming along, and the other half of the furniture will arrive in less than two weeks. Including our desks! I do very much look forward to having a desk again, right next to the books (which are there), in the study with the computers (which are not there) on which we’ll also be able to work on photo & video projects. It’ll be great to get back to working on visual stuff too.
But not just yet. And all this waiting is weighing me down.
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