Lethargy and restlessness go hand in hand for me. Constantly trying to stuff time full and stretch it thin until I get the "most" out of it. But consistency, going slow and being patient is what really keeps me going. Things I lose track of easily.
Just another week. Going to work and living life. I have to admit I really beat myself up in ways I wish I didn't. We all struggle, but the amount of time it takes to trash me is frightening. Being a bald short guy leaves a lot of room for confidence, yet for some reason I let that get to me. Constantly thinking of social constructs and why I don't fit in, it just makes me doubt who I am. I know the rule is, "don't think about it, do it." Even though it's easier said than done I just gotta make it happen. But hey, every short guy I know fucking rips.
Don't let the speed of doubt stop you from the patient journey.