A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Fifty-Three

I am slowly getting things done, making just a bit more progress each day.  I have a lot more that I need to do, I know, and I will admit that I probably could be getting more done, but I have been feeling rather anxious and, at times, there are tasks that I just don't feel up to dealing with.  I am just happy to be getting any of these things done, and not simply out of some sense that it is all I can accomplish or whatever, but because I realize that telling myself I am not doing enough will just add to the stress and probably make it even more difficult.

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