I’m struggling with the sense, as I often do, that I’m not getting enough done. I haven’t put enough things away in the closet. I haven’t organized enough. I haven’t “produced content.” I haven’t, I haven’t, I haven’t justified my continued existence.

Intellectually I know better, but brains are assholes (as we often say in this house) so I’m just going to place the following two statements here, in public, as a reminder to myself and to anyone else who need them:

The only absolute requirement is that you get through to tomorrow.

The only goal that matters is to not make things any worse for anyone (including yourself) in the meantime if you can prevent doing so.

Everything else is gravy. Any progress is a bonus, not a minimum requirement.