My desk is so clean that it seems to have reverted to its original purpose,ie. it's a dining room table again.
"It was hard to let go of the sense of impending doom."
This sentence has been popping up in my head all day long. It originally belonged in one of my manuscripts (although I can't recall if it made the final cut). But if you replace the word "doom" with "deadline," then that pretty much sums up my mindset today.
Today is the first day since October that I didn't have something due to someone. Each of my three projects have been sent off to the appropriate people.
[Insert stunned expression here.]
It feels like I'm either dreaming, or finally waking up from a dream. They feel like two completely different realities. Yesterday, I was completely focused on, What's the next step? All my energy was centered on how to accomplish the next goal. Everything else, including the housework, including my health, were just obstacles to overcome. My to-do list defined my life.
This morning, the tunnel vision has disappeared.
And apparently, so has the focus. Because I can't pin down my attention on anything for longer than twenty minutes. That includes this blog post.(Oh, by the way - there's a reason why the desk is so clean. It's because I relocated everything to my room. See pic.)
I'm still trying to adjust.
