This is the fifth week since I was fired, and I have not accomplished anything.

I have a long To Do list.

I was going to work on my freelance business to increase my clients and workload. So far, I've just stayed up-to-date with the clients that I alraedy had. No new ones. But I haven't even tried to get new ones.

I've also been helping a family member get a website and marketing plan together so he could take his 25-year-old business online. I have a nice To Do list for that, as well, but I haven't done squat.

Once that site has clients coming in, I'll make a cut. You would think that would motivate me, but it hasn't.

I'm starting to sleep late, even though I'm not tired. I'll wake up around 7:00 a.m., give myself another hour on my phone's alarm clock, and lie there.

I'll turn on the TV and watch stuff even though I don't care.

I'll play online all day.

I'll go somewhere to have lunch and get offline so I can make a list of things I need to do, start making goals for 2013, etc., and I jot all of this stuff down. But then I don't do any of it.

When I was stuck at that office all day, I used to think, "Gee, if only I were at home. I have so much to do in order to build my business and do better."

Now that I'm home, I'm just blah.

Part of the problem is the holidays and feeling blah about them.

Part of the problem is I feel like I have no life purpose.

Each night, I get mad at myself because I did not make progress during the day. Then I figure I'll go to bed, get plenty of rest, and be able to wake up and do great things the next day.

But it doesn't happen.

Instead, I wake up again when my alarm goes off, give myself another hour, lie in bed until I feel like my joints are sore because I've slept too long. Kind of like when you were a kid and you had the flu or a cold and you spent so much time in bed that you were no longer comfortable in bed.

Kind of stiff and sore. Ready to get up and move. But do I get up and move? No.

My whole life is taking place within a 30-foot radius. I go from my bed to the couch, with a few trips to the kitchen and the bathroom, and then back to the bed. That's it.

Please tell me it's normal to feel blah. That I'm not a horrible person because I am having trouble getting motivated.