It’s the weekend before my birthday, and I’m restless yet lethargic.

I want – and need – to clean the apartment, as it’s driving me nuts. But I just don’t seem to have the energy to do it. The rub is that the mess is stressing me out, and the stress, itself, is wasting energy I need to use for cleaning.

It’s a vicious cycle. It’s one I need to break. And writing this down is a good way to remind myself of what I’ve got to do.