I have things in my head that I need to sort out. It feels like the weeds have overgrown and are out of control. Some pruning is in order. I know I have some decisions to make and definitely have tasks to accomplish, but when I start to think about doing them, a little voice says it's not time.

I don't think the voice is Depression rearing its ugly head. I'm pretty good at spotting him and putting him in his place now. Sometimes it's okay if he visits. I know he's going to from time to time. He is a part of me and will always be. Just as long as I know when to recognize he's overstaying his welcome and kick him to the curb.

I could be Laziness. She is a seductive mistress. So enticing with her tempting offer to just not deal right now and come back to bed.

Whomever and whatever it is, I guess this is just part of the current process. Things will happen soon. Plans will be set into motion. Changes will be made.
Just not now.