Just thinking about my lack of motivation. I still work. In fact I'm working this afternoon for 2.1/2 hours on Zoom. I don't want to do it but I'll force myself because it's my work and I don't like letting anybody down. It's the having to force myself to do everything. Even to have a shower and shave has become a task, a hill to climb. Since Kevin died, I ask myself why does it matter? What matters? The fact that one person can give your life meaning and purpose is both wonderful and scary at the same time.

Posted by tomsharkey at 2022-06-14 08:46:24 UTC