It’s time to change

 

I have an embarrassing confession, and I need to lay bare my soul.

Have you ever gotten, like, REALLY depressed and you, like, got into this "I'll do it tomorrow" funk, and after a few days your apartment became a Public Health menace? I'm at the peak of my "fuck off Imma order another pizza" depression trip and I'm slowly, slowly coming back around. The bathroom floor needs mopping; the tub, scrubbing. The kitchen is horrific, but not disgusting. Just a little crunchy on the counters, and the floor needs a good bleaching. The bachelor living area just needs some shuffling. All in all? 4 hours of focused work.

I don't care whether I feel like dangling off the CN Tower tomorrow, or whatever "bad" mood I might be in. I have to focus the early AM on some cleaning, and focus 10am to 10pm at my business. I've got to get on track. I think this depressive phase cost me a whole invoice cycle, in which case I'm fucked; it will now be three weeks before I get paid out. Which makes me want to jump off the CN Tower, not just dangle. But hey, I've had these crises before, and I'll live through this one. I have the gumption, I have the will, and I have the friends like on Facebook to cheer me on.

It's time. It's time to change. And yes, I'm finally up for it.

All good things.