And I'm Done

Work is so all-consuming lately. It plagues me with guilty feels of "I should be working." Why does it have to be like that? I was fairly productive this morning despite an hour-long excursion to the chiropractor. I planned to be productive this afternoon as well. I need to get caught up on all this crap sitting on my desk. I'm just not feeling it. My house is in disarray as well. Why is it that everything swings out of control all at once? A few months ago I seemed fine and now everything is wrong. I'm unsettled. I'm just waiting for the turning point. There has got to be a catalyst. I'm just not sure if I'll recognize it.