Today I’m feeling sluggish and unmotivated.  Don’t get me wrong, there’s absolutely tonnes of stuff I could or should be doing, but I really don’t feel like doing any of it!

The house needs hoovering and dusting (and a whole lot more but even just those things would be a good start).

The website for the business needs updating – I have the details ready, I just need to write them out and email them to our IT expert (my brother).

There are several photos of stock that need editing so I can upload them to the website and list them in our shop… agh, that doesn’t sound like fun.

I have several blog-posts (and I mean proper blog-posts as opposed to these daily scribbles) that I would like to get stuck into so that down the line I can post more in-depth, interesting bi-weekly posts on certain topics that I have swirling around in my head.  But I need to actually write these things which I’m resisting the way a fat person resists exercize (and then moans and complains about how they wish they could lose weight.  Doh!)

And that’s only the half of what I could be doing with my free time today if I used it wisely.  Instead I procrastinate on Instagram eating chocolate biscuits and wishing our business was a big success and that I was a well-paid published author, feeling bad because I’m not doing anything about it.

I don’t mind hard work, it’s not that I’m a lazy person, but I guess sometimes when you’re still in the phase of putting millions of tiny pieces together and you feel like the completed picture (or even nearly completed) is unattainably far away, it’s hard sometimes to feel inspired and enthusiastic to jump into your work.

All that being said, I have already posted another social media update for the fourth day in a row (something I’m trying hard to do more frequently and consistently at the moment), I have managed to get a few more pieces listed already on the website shop, I’ve gone for a good long walk up the hill with my Mum and the dogs and we spent the morning with neighbours, one of whom had severe pains in his leg and needed help getting downstairs and sorting out a doctor and so on.

So although I feel like I’m not being productive enough (and it’s true I could do a bit more) I’m probably not doing as badly as I think.  Does anyone else get like this?  Am I really self-critical or do you guys share similar feelings of not matching up to some insane standard of “must do more, must do more!”…  Most of all though, does anyone else scoff half a packet of biscuits while scrolling through Facebook some days or do I just have really bad self-control?!  (help a girl out, please, tell me I’m not alone here!)

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx