It is the little things in life I have problems getting done—dishes and such. Why is so much easier to set the soda can on the table rather than toss it in the trash can? After all the trash can is right next to the table. My clothes get washed, but rarely put away. The mail piles up in the mailbox because I rarely collect it. The postperson once threatened to stop delivering the mail because my box was so full. I am convinced I ought to just buy books instead of checking them out from the library—the late fees I accrue would literally buy the books. This list goes on and on…

Sometimes I think I am just lazy. Sometimes I think it is part of my depression. All the time I know it makes my life chaotic. Its hard to get out the door to work when you can’t find a jacket to wear, lord knows where the car keys are and who knows if the car has gas in it.

If I was replying to this post, I’d suggest setting small goals and doing just a little each day. Yes, I know that is what I need to do, so why can’t I seem to do it?