It doesn’t look like much, but I just cleaned at least three weeks worth of dirty dishes in two 45-15s. It had gotten bad enough that the mold probably would have evolved democratic systems of governancehad they not been overthrown by the fruit fly overlords. It was a situation that I had been expertly avoiding for at least a week. Until tonight.
How did this happen? Depression. Apparently, I only have the energy to either make myself dinner, or do dishes. Not both. This bad stretch was preceded by two weeks of me being very good and doing my dishes, until I slip-slided into….this. Before that was the nearly 6 weeks I went without washing a single dish. That was…well you might even know how bad that was. I ran out of utensils. It was a thing.
So, here’s to trying again. Because even if you fall back into the hole, you can dig yourself out and start again. And any progress is progress enough.