Such a beautiful day, but I'm feeling sad, overwhelmed, lonely, and unsuccessful. Sometimes choosing to end things makes me feel empowered but just as often it feels that I'm letting the anxiety win. It's easy to fall into the fallacy of thinking that because you're not doing what you see others doing, you're not doing anything. I'm still filling my time, and if I spend it reading, writing, taking pictures, and thinking about how to live life more sustainably, so much the better. I respect those activities. It's when I spend the time worrying and criticizing myself that it's really wasted, so down with that.
I'm still making my way through the backlog. This is from spring a year ago.