I gotta call this out for one reason, Shannon, because I have to wonder sometimes if (as someone also feeling burnt) the idea of "getting to the place where we really want to be" is ever the elusive carrot. We never get there. The fucking goal post always move that extra inch. This reminds me a lot of what I read by Jessica Wildfire, there are similar threads, albeit I am hearing you address the heartfelt gut issues of what it's like in the trenches of the world she comes after as brutally unkind. You're both right. For my part, even having moved to my dream house, I am struggling with trying to fucking concentrate. I pick shit up, put it down. Start things, drop things. I'ts totally disjointed. For what it's worth what you-and likely many of us- are feeling right now is normal, expected and totally natural responses to this past year. While that sounds nuts, it's true. What would NOT be a normal reaction to the last four years and this past year would be happy dappy, ain't it all sunshine and roses. That's fucking nuts. This is what normal looks like. When the world goes to shit,and it did, there is no real normal. Normal is the best we can make of what's on our plate. And sometimes what's on our plate is dog shit. The way I see it, Shannon, the challenge for me is to exercise my funny bone as best I can, for that is the only sane response. What looks like equilibrium for us will evolve, but likely not in the time frame we'd like.