I'm feeling kind of defeated. The mail is unopened for a month now, the house is getting to be a huge mess, I didn't practice for a whole week because of anxieties about life, economy, and the stability (or not) of my family.
Then...I realized I was obsessing too much, lost a lot of time this week, and I feel defeated because somehow I have to get back on track, quickly, so that I can catch up on work, housework, piano practice, and grocery shopping to get ready for making Thanksgiving dinner.
Oh, and I can't forget to mention that now my 9-month-old has taken that long-awaited and now dreaded step....crawling, everywhere, and I haven't baby proofed the house yet! It's too much. I feel so overwhelmed, but somehow better for having come clean about it.