I am struggling with getting things done. Yesterday I attended the Resume Writing call without having done all the necessary prep work. The woman holding the classes is being very agreeable and letting me get away with it. I had a one-on-one call with her later and requested that she give me some more specific deadlines. I had so much anxiety yesterday morning prior to the call that I was almost physically sick--I haven't really been eating well since I got back from Thanksgiving and I know part of it is that I am so far behind on everything and have no energy to do anything. I have to think that part of the low energy is the fact that I haven't been eating.

On top of everything I keep finding ways to avoid doing what I need to do, such as writing on this blog. I have friends coming over to celebrate Christmas this Sunday, some friends' holiday party on Saturday and deadlines for my resume class. I also am trying to close down my corporation before the end of the year so that I won't have to deal with it next year. I feel like I am accomplishing things, but just not enough and definitely not fast enough.

I still feel like there is some evil force working against me. This past Saturday I backed into my garage door on my way to play games at a friend's house. My sister had called me earlier in the day and I decided I would call her while I was driving. I opened the garage door and went to the mailbox and got the mail. I got in the car and tried to call my sister. I was having some difficulty, but resisted the urge to start the car, because I wanted to be safe. I finally decided I was not going to call her, hit the garage door opener and started to back out when I heard it stop. Did you catch the error--yep, the garage door was already open and I closed it when I hit the opener. I heard a loud crunch and my heart just sank. It took me at least 15 minutes to get the door open manually so that I could get the car out. I took quite a few more minutes to close the garage door. Now my car is out in the cold and I need to call someone to fix the door. I don't really want to spend the money, so it is waiting for now.

My sister did call me as I was driving and I ended talking to her for a while including several minutes outside my friend's house. Her oldest son has decided to divorce his wife--she has been in and out of mental health facilities and has been staying with her parents for the past several months going to school to finish an advanced degree. While I hate it when anyone gets divorced, I can understand why he is doing it. My sister was worried about how the kids would take it, but their mom has been out of their lives for the last couple of years while she was dealing with her issues. I think my nephew is doing the right thing and I think they will all be fine. My nephew was very hesitant to take this step because my sister divorced his father when he was young and he knows first hand what it can do to a child, but his situation is so different from his parents.

I am even having trouble concentrating on this right now, so I will bid you all adieu.