Just Start Eating

So, I have been experiencing a little bit of what one would call "stress" lately.

• I have my documentary to market (I'm hosting a screening of it at a local theater here in the Twin Cities on September 24, getting ready to launch the website this week). 
• I learned that we have to move out the place we are currently living in (our landlord is ready to make it her office space; we knew this going in). 
• Vern and I were going to take a "just us" vacation over Labor Day, but we have no idea where we're going or what we want to do.

So, just a bunch of stuff to get done.

I was telling my problems to my therapist, who happens to be my friend's ten-year-old son (no joking, this kid is GOOD), and this is what he says to me:

"You just need to start eating."

And I'm, like, "What are you talking about?"

And he says, "Look... you've got a lot on your plate, right? So, you just need to take one thing at a time, pick it up off your plate, and start eating."

Smart kid.

This is much better than my idea of ignoring my plate until the food rots, or yelling at it and throwing it on the floor.