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Starting to get that well feeling, that surge of power and enthusiasm post-illness, though I'm out of breath after half an hour of doing whatever. I think the only thing stopping me from getting at an even larger version of that, epochal as it were, is all these terrible habits hemming me in, due to expectations of never being able to accomplish anything picked up back when I truly couldn't. Cardboard walls made to look like brick, but convincingly enough that kicking them down seems terrifying. I wish I could hire a motivator to speed this section up. A life coach but one who just fires a gun at my feet.