Inertia is a Bitch

This past week, I’ve been in near constant battle mode with inertia. Every task seems to require a Herculean effort to begin. Once I get started, I can usually complete the task or chore, but if I rest or take a break, the effort to restart feels monumental again.

I’m not just talking about physical tasks either. I started a book club book that I was enjoying, but I can’t seem to pick it back up. I’ve scheduled one week to complete each module in my class, but I’ve barely started the second module, and week three starts tomorrow.

I met with the other county party officers for our first get-together this past week and came home with several tasks that I haven’t even looked at yet. Even starting this blog this morning took getting my second cup of coffee before I could even put pen to pad.

I have no idea why lethargy and demotivation are creeping in. I have been calling inertia a bitch all week. I will literally be sitting on the couch needing to go to the bathroom and I have to psych myself up just to stand.

 It’s ridiculous.

I’ve made it sound as if I’ve done nothing this past week, which isn’t true. I have done quite a bit, actually. I’m just complaining about how hard it was to get started on nearly every task.

Seeing my brand-new tarot deck on my desk, I decided I’d ask the universe why inertia is bothering me. I pulled the Empress card, which is the card for abundance, nurturing, and creativity. How I chose to interpret this card is that the Empress sent inertia to remind me to slow down and appreciate my abundance, to remember that most of these tasks are things I “get” to do, not things I “have” to do. I’ve chosen many of these activities to enrich my life, and maybe in the process help others.

After I pulled this card, I went outside to enjoy the morning instead of struggling to finish writing this. It is glorious out there. The garden is getting quite lush, the sun felt good on my skin, the breeze kept the sun from being too hot, and the birds filled the air with music. It was nearly perfect.

 The scene was only missing my wife, who was still sleeping—recovering from our house guests’ visit. We loved having all of them here, but we are both used to our solitude. Peopling takes lots of energy, even when you love those people so much and have such gratitude that they are in your life. Lil J’Dawg is getting so big, and his verbal skills are now so good that we don’t have to guess what he wants anymore. He is very good at letting us know.

It was great to catch up with Lil J’Dawg’s momma, Tennessee’s BFF, and their former roommate, too. Loved, loved, loved seeing all of them. And now love, love, love that it’s just us today.

I’ve come to the conclusion that today should just be a day for gratitude and recovery, so I’m just going to set aside the to-do list and get back to it tomorrow. After all, capitalism allows Sundays to be rest days and back to the grindstone on Mondays, right?

Take care of yourselves, my friends.