There are days when I wake up and I KNOW I need to “do something” (most days, actually). However, one of the things that has been a perennial is the need to feel like I am “going somewhere” to work. An oxymoron unto itself, because the definition of work is doing something. And now, there is nowhere to go to work because of shared office space and Covid.
I digress- the point is, there is always a drive, a need to do “something”. Perhaps it’s a sticking point. I am determined to learn from my past without repeating its’ mistakes.