Don't plan = plan to fail

I was happy for a two week stretch. Then I hit a depressive slump this week.

"WTF happened?" theories:

1. I overdid it & exhausted myself.
2. I finally caught the crud that's been making the rounds at work and it dampened my spirits.
3. I stopped making daily plans, thus resuming my previous lifestyle of bored & boring.
4. Life is hopeless & I can't change for the better.

#4 actually entered my depressed mind. One minor setback, a single mini-relapse, and I go tumbling with a dark joy back into the crevasse. It's comfortably familiar there. It's far less work to twirl sadly in the dark singing, "I don't know what to do".

Familiar, easy, and unacceptable. That period of my life is over. The time has come to fight for my life - a vibrant, active, joyous life with me (not fear or laziness or craving comfort) steering the ship to Neverland.

Chart the course, or the ship is directionless. Must get out the map and pick which journey to adventure on.