I wash dishes.
When I'm paralyzed from anxiety and afraid I can't accomplish anything, I wash the dishes.
Order emerges from the chaos and I am present with proof of my own competence.
Plus the dishes get clean.
It's not always enough but it always helps.
In the midst of a project I will clean and organize my workspace when I'm at an impass.
It gives me time to think while still getting me closer to done.
When I come up against a lack of a tool or material, I pivot to another part of the task that doesn't need that resource.
I keep doing this until there is a list of needed stuff, and only then do I make a run to the store, or back home, or just back inside.
Lately I've come to realize that I may never accomplish my big goals.
I'm feeling old and run down, and time is running out.
That said, I'm enjoying the pursuit of these goals, so much that I jealously guard the work itself.
My nephew/cousin is a proficient landscaper and I love helping him on jobs, but he points out, I never ask him for help in the
yard.
That's because he is about the results and I am enjoying the process as much as the results.
If I could afford pay someone to create my vision in seed and soil, I most certainly wouldn't.
It's like the difference between baking good bread and buying it.
It's tasty either way , but when you bake it, you get a whole 'nother
experience on top of that.
This can get out of hand.
I have to forcefully remind myself that DIY may not be the best choice for some things.
I'll look at a broken thing and start planning on how to use it or fix it, and when I'm doing good I'll ask myself" Do we really want to be in the business of pants repair , or do we just need pants to wear?"
If repairing pants doesn't really spark some joy or save me a ton of cash, then maybe it's OK to just buy new pants...