Not sure if winter is to be partially blamed, but I’m feeling pretty much all of this above and it’s really frustrating the heck out of me. Ever since I left the workforce a year ago (it was one year on the 23rd), I’ve struggled to get on a schedule of some kind. Any kind. So far, I’m failing. There are boxes and bins that still need to be unpacked. The daily cleaning and other various chores. Writing and reading that I really should be doing. I just can’t seem to get motivated to want to work on any of them.
What is wrong with me?
I’ve been feeling cooped up; but the thought of leaving the house to venture out and mingle with the locals fills me with anxiety. I should be getting involved with the various activities at my son’s school. Lord knows I’ve been invited several times to do just that. I’ve chickened out each and every time, always with an excuse.
Hubby’s been trying to encourage me to go to a church. We really need an extended family since I’m so far from my own. At this point, he’s been unsuccessful.
I’m getting angry at myself. Why can’t I just go and do all of these like I used to? What the heck happened to me over the years? Why have I become such a recluse?
Something got to give.