Oh yeah, oh G-d yeah. I think its one part depression and three parts bad habit borne out of depression and some part me just being a weenie.

This goes for me too.

good things this year: moving, and starting school. Makes me feel like I have a space of my own in this world, and that I may have a plan for the future. Maybe. Perhaps. It has calmed down a lot of vague free-floating anxiety. Also, reduced work-related stress, because both these things take my brain out of work a little so it's not my end all be all.

I am enjoying (so far) the mental process of my commute. No, commute isn't fun, but I like getting on the train near work, and then a half hour later I emerge in what feels like a different world. The morning commute gives me more of an opportunity to wake up before getting to work where people want stuff, and stuff.

Time to stop hitting refresh here and in lj so that I can leave for work with enough time to get settled in properly. I hope the Universe is nice to all of my Bitches today.

Timelies, all.

{{{Aimee}}} I'm so glad you got to be with your granddad.

Good things this year: there weren't a lot, but the knowledge that Stephen and I can get through things together is really good. And my new book contract is also good, and a relief.

I am a procrastinater from birth. (I was three weeks late, and delivered via caesarean.) I make lists, which I find help, and I givemyself deadlines -- a week earlier than necessary, I'll note something like "Get Mom's birthday gift" in my datebook. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. Crafts are actually dangerous for me, because I procrastinate worse with actual work, so most of the time making Halloween costumes or something "fun" takes precedence as a way to avoid the harder stuff.

Well, it's not Publishable!finished, but it has a beginning, middle, and end that are reasonably connected so, in that sense, yeah.

amych is me, but a lot better. A lot of mine is the (very) late-diagnosed ADD. Which might go better if medically treated, but by the time it was actually confirmed I had time-developed coping mechanisms in place.

I've learned to say no to a lot. And I've learned to be a lot more forgiving with myself. Creating habits and routines to deal with predictable incoming was probably the best coping strategy. If I find myself standing in the middle of the room without a clear purpose, chances are pretty good I've forgotten a step in the routine, and if I back up and retrace I'll pick up what strayed.

I've been called rigid and inflexible, but what doesn't get understood is that if I flex, stuff gets lost. Things, tasks, ideas still get lost, but not as often if I stay on schedule. And I do allow for reshuffling tasks as one demands more time or attention to detail than expected.

It's an ongoing challenge, and I still don't meet it as well as I'd like to, or as well as I think I "should".

My good thing was pinpointing a physical problem and going on medication that has helped! I feel much better and can do more--and feel better still! This was a sensation I thought I'd lost forever.

Hee. I'm working on a scientific paper that referred to baby teeth as "deciduous teeth" and the losing thereof as "exfoliation".

I've never run into this phrasing before, and I find it quite cute.

I'm listening to the Serenity Soundtrack. So lovely.

After the WTC was hit SO many people SOOOOOO many people said, "I was running late to work or I'd have been there."

Procrastination saves lives, people, never forget that.

Does anyone else have this kind of problem with follow-through? How do other people deal with making sure they follow through, and cleaning up the messes when they don't?

I have nothing to blame it on, but this is me a lot. A lot of folks (amych) had some great ideas, which have been marked, for all the good that will do me. Since it seemed you were talking about crafts, I'll mention the thing I've done about that: I try to take on small projects instead of big ones. One year, I made a whole bunch of stuff for my church bazaar. But each thing was small (scarves and hats mostly) and there was no specific number committed, so however much I got done was just great. Even my larger projects tend to be on the small end of large: a lap afghan instead of a topper for a queen-sized bed. The first time I finished one of those, I just about keeled over from shock. I still have two cross-stitch projects from lo, these many years ago. One, I used the wrong color for something and ran out at about three quarters, the other I just can't get myself to finish.

My exciting news for the day: I went to bed early last night, and it worked. Instead of ending up awake even later reading, as usually happens to me, I was asleep by about 9:30. I woke before my alarm this morning, and was up quite a bit earlier than normal for me. Awake and kind of rested in the morning. What a concept. Plus, the most important part of this is that I was able to get on b.org and lj before work. This never happens with me.

This year, I think that I have a tie for best thing: my job got re-written closer to my personal strengths and interests, which makes the work the good kind of challenging (as opposed to banging my head on the wall) and fun; we got a new priest at my church and I got off the vestry, which my church experience immeasurably better. More exciting good things have happened in recent years, but since last year was huge bad things, I'm pretty happy with this.