I feel like I’m in front of a raw piece of wood, a big one, my task is to carve a sculpture out of that wood, and I’m just too tired to start the process. My mind tells me it will be worth it and the result will satisfy me and my client. But there’s a lot of work to do to start peeling off and shaping the wood before the figure starts to show. And I’m tired.

Bullshit, says another voice in my head. You’re just lazy.