Churning

I feel like I'm in a barrel bobbing in a bile ocean.

Simultaneously stuck because there's so much I want to do but don't know where to start and overwhelmed because I don't think there's any way I'll ever finish it. I wish I had Calvin's attitude:
"God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind that I will never die."

I think I first read it at Lifehacker last week, but I've made some strong gains by writing down each night before I go to bed the 3-5 things I'm most committed to accomplishing the next day. They recommend a 3x5" index card; I just use my catch-all journal. I've attempted so many systems for self motivation, and struggled to maintain them with any consistency, I can't help but worry about this one. But in the last week, I have found it to be both easy and helpful.

Just one of those days

I love active weekends. Knocked Up last night was great. Hilarious and inspiring. This morning a couple of yoga classes and some errands are a good start to the Saturday and leave me feeling good about the weekend, and bring some hope that soon everything will be okay.

Google Reader give me Lifehacker, yoga brings me peace of mind, and Sheree provides satisfaction to my life, something I'm starting to bring on my own. I know it's just a little while until I can bring it all together and begin to feel normal again.