It’s all about knowing what you don’t know. Or maybe not knowing what you do know.

It's Friday. I have no deep thoughts. Well, I realized I'm lazy, but that's hardly deep.

I'm doing better. Feeling better. Not 100%. Still a bit shaky inside and out. But definitely heading in the right direction.

And I could not get myself off of the couch.

I still can't. I'm still on the couch typing this post. I told myself I was going to straighten up the craft room/library. Because once I can see -- not mention walk on -- floor in there it will make cleaning the rest of the house so much easier.

Yet here I sit. Have sat. Almost all day (I did the shopping and had a doctor's appointment in the morning, but it was a video follow-up so I just sat at the computer for fifteen minutes so that hardly counts).

I've needed the self-care me day so often lately. I didn't need it today. But the couch has become a habit. So when I say I'm lazy I'm not listening to the dark whispers telling me how worthless I am. I'm being honest with myself about myself.

Which is okay. Because now I can do something about it. I can clear out one bag or box or tote of randomness. Clear a square foot of floor. Maybe two! Break the project into bite-sized tasks. Attainable goals. Each square foot of space cleared is, well, it's a square foot of clear space. It doesn't have to be perfect. It's supposed to be my creativity spac; it's not the showpiece of the house.

So I guess I did have a few deep thoughts in me today. I just had to clear a little patch of mental space ro find them.