I am tired of stasis. I am tired of doldrums. I really really want to be *doing* something. But every time I even think of beginning something... something..... happens and I'm torn asunder with ambivalence. Just standing and staring into space becomes a precious commodity. ANd I end every day with an internal dialogue of 'so what did we get done today?" and the answer is usually lame or negative altogether.

I feel like I have too much time on my hands but not enough time. Wha?

The plight of the constantly interrupted... that's all it is. You'd be surprised how important attention-grabbing really is.