Feel life is just slipping away from me. There are 101 things that need doing and yet I'm frittering away time staring at a screen. I'm not even frittering away time doing fun stuff like playing games with the kids or reading, I'm just ineffectually stressing about how little I've done with my life in the past year.
Huge amount to be grateful for: everyone is healthy and happy, lovely home and stable finances thanks to DH's job, but my career has gone down the pan in the past couple of years. I started up a company at totally the wrong time given Covid and I'm not sure whether to draw a line under it or give it my best shot for another year. I think it's got to be the latter because of all the time invested but I've just lost all my energy for it and i"m rubbish at marketing - the thought of trying to boot up my social media channels again just fills me with dread.
I finished writing a book a couple of years ago, before I set up the company, and it's just sitting on my desktop with me opening the file every month or so and tweaking a few words here or there. i've had ample opportunity to look for agents and send out query letters but I haven't done anything.
I've got loads of caring responsibilities with older relatives coming up in the New Year and I just know I should be using this time to get ahead with something but I can't stop dithering. I have no idea how to prioritise and flip flop between thinking I must declutter the kids drawers to spending hours trying to find volunteering opportunities to drawing up complicated timetables and lists of things that need doing and then getting side-tracked by instagram.
Can anyone give me some practical advice on how to get my shit together? I feel like such a useless waste of space.