Why is picking up the pieces so hard?
Stuck mired in mud… my own self imposed mud… that seems like quicksand… sucking me down… why is it so hard to get out of the mire and not be consumed by the quicksand?
And I feel like every time I get an ounce of motivation to move forward something inhibits me…
Finally… decided to mow the lawn. Kiddo was still asleep. It should have been mowed about a month ago.
And… lawnmower won’t start. I think battery is dead. My neighbor who always saves me is on the road and won’t be back for about a week.
There I am… mired again… although this time I’ve had an offer of assistance and hope I can get back on the right track.
But I can’t help but think…Why is picking up the pieces so hard?