One of the aspects of having the blues and being depressed is that every little thing seems so difficult. Thus, it's hard to get anything done. When I catch myself in that place, I try to find one simple task I can accomplish and usually doing something rolls into accomplishing more.
Like Sunday when I finished my youngest daughter's photo albums. I was so close to it being complete, but it felt like such a lot to do and I'd been putting it off for a week. I took it with me to finish on a Saturday scrapbooking day a couple weeks ago, but didn't quite get there (hmm? sound familiar? - a certain weight loss goal comes to mind).
In my quest to reclaim myself on Sunday and accomplish anything, I realized I could only manage one page at a time. So when I finally sat down and started, I told myself I'd just add the photos I had reprinted. Sometimes, when I'm on a roll with a big project, if I encounter a gap like missing a picture, I'll feel paralyzed to move on. So just adding those photos helped my mood. It was a bit more closure and at least I accomplished that.
Then I told myself I'd go ahead and add graduation pictures. I didn't have a proper size photo holder the last day I worked on it and it stopped me. I wasn't home, so I couldn't fix it then, plus I probably worked at it too long and got tired. It was an overwhelming attitude I ended with that day. So it felt important to finish it to help climb out of the mire I was stuck in.
After I finished that section, it was a no-brainer to complete the rest; just the graduation party, grades cards, a little bit of writing, and inserting all the pages into the album.
When it was finished, my office looked a lot less daunting and I was able to pick up and put everything back in order. Another small, but significant goal.
Then yesterday, in order to keep the good times rolling, I tackled a couple other menial jobs that seemed overwhelming. I needed to figure out how to send a key back to the place we ordered it. We had inadvertently gotten too many. And I had to sort out our car insurance cards. It was all a done deal by the time I went off to swim, plus I blogged and wrote my newspaper column.
It was laundry day yesterday, but that's almost an animal instinct for me by now. However, when the dryer broke, I refused to throw up my hands and waste the progress I had made on my mood. There was nothing I could do about it. I had to wait for my husband to get home.
I called the neighbor and used her dryer. It turned out to be a nice little visit with her in between dryer loads (three). It's funny because even though she lives next door, we seem to only chat when we run into each other at the grocery store. Sometimes we get a chance over the fence.
I got a swim in, started a scrumptious dinner, and my husband came home and worked on the dryer. He figured out the door latch was broken. The dryer didn't think the door was closed. The great news is, he ordered a part to fix it and he found a crispy wire that could have torched into disaster down the road. He fixed that, too. My husband is awesome like that.
I ate within my allotted Weight Watchers points, another daunting win. What's not to love about my day yesterday? When my mom heard about our dryer and exclaimed how we've had a bad year already, I didn't even register that it was bad. Her furnace broke and her car needed a new battery, but it was all taken care of.
Life is really just a series of issues we have to manage. Acting on the little things is what counts.