Legs are still a little sore from this morning’s walk-run loop at the park, and instead of packing tonight I just sat down and gamed again.
Told myself it would only be a quick round. Next thing I knew it was late and the boxes were still flat on the floor, right where I left them.
The move keeps creeping closer and part of my closet still hasn’t been touched. I keep walking past it like it isn’t even there.
Work went quiet this week too, which should have meant more packing time, not more couch time with a controller in my hand.
I keep telling myself I’ll deal with it tomorrow, after the next run, after the next deadline, after whatever comes next. Tomorrow is doing a lot of heavy lifting lately.
My legs actually feel okay for someone who just started running, a little stiff, nothing worse than that. It’s everything else that feels stuck. The boxes, the closet, the whole pile of decisions about what actually gets kept.
I know which shelf needs sorting. I know exactly where the tape and the marker are. I still didn’t get to either tonight. Just sat there instead, watching the clock get later.