When the boulder stops rolling altogether, it’s interminably difficult to get it going. Here I am, back from a conference that’s got me all buzzing, and swimming in a sea of executive function booby traps, hoping to keep the boulder rolling.
I work at home. The house is littered with undone chores. Will I do them? Will I work? What work will I do? Will I nap? I’m wiped out after an intense weekend, and it’s pretty weird to be alone again with just my condensed and ever busy thoughts rolling around in there, mingling with the things I want to do.
So the pothole that could park that boulder for the time being is deciding what to do. For now, I’m starting, as intended, by writing, this time a la blog.