I feel stuck lately, like I can’t move left or right because I haven’t prepared. Like Hallie’s father, I’m not accomplishing much, letting stasis become the perfect excuse for stasis. I can’t X because first I’d have to Y and I can’t Y because because because.
For some reason, all of this fell into place last night, tumblers in a lock aligning with a click loud enough to keep me awake for a couple of hours. I am hatching a plan, hoping this little breakthrough will be enough to keep me moving forward, and preparing to get past preparing.