I’m having one of those days where I want to take on everything, but wind up doing nothing. That stagnation that results from having too many things to do rather than nothing at all.
Today hasn’t been a total bust; I’ve wrapped up a few small projects and got brainstorming on a few others. But I’m ping-ponging around from one to the other like crazy – I get no sustained momentum on any of them, just fits and spurts and sudden bursts of activity for each one in succession.
Every once in a while I have to get up and pace, because I’ve lost focus, but not drive. It’s maddening.
Sometimes I think these moments would be less frustrating if I had an infinite (well, infinite-within-our-finiteness) well of time from which to draw. If I had no other obligations – no job to get to, no chores to do – then I could just ricochet endlessly from project to project and maybe, eventually, see some of them through to fruition.
I guess I’ll never know.