I had a casual convo with the neighbors yesterday. A casual comment about inertia went by. The inertia of having children, a mortgage, etc. Baggage.
I feel this intensely. I want to move to a different place. No forward momentum after a brief trip to Texas.
(Why do I want to move? Ask yourself this!)
I try to do different things with my business. Inertia holds me back.
(Why do I want to do different things? Ask yourself this?)
The house is full of clutter and bullshit. Something holds me back from a wholesale disposal-fest.
(Well, at least I know the answer to this. The items in the house over which I have sole control are vanishingly small. I have to consider the feelings of others when deciding whether to trash this or that.)
(But there is an answer to this, too.)