Then I wonder if working on something is even the way to go. Maybe what I should be doing is quietening my brain, relaxing, and not worrying about getting something done. Then, of course, I get stuck on deciding just how to relax. Breathe? Read? Draw? So then my mind jumps around once more trying to figure out the merits of each. Wheels spin. Nothing happens. Which feels even worse since nothing has been accomplished. Not projects or relaxing.
I hate days like this. Especially when they last for a week or more. I think my brain is finally starting to settle down, though. I have a few projects that are ready and waiting for me the next time I have time. My sewing bag has two in-process projects for when I'm out and about. And there's plenty of fabric in my closet should the ones on my shelf become stalled. Okay, now I can breathe. Because there is always a certain amount of relaxing that occurs when I have something to work on.