Having recently posted a blog about losing control, German surveyed his surroundings. It was warm outside, and his body was covered in sweat. He was stretched out on the bed, which was covered in puffy white linens. Cloud-like. He was clutching himself in his hand, but suddenly let go.

The pleasures he had allowed himself that day needed to stop, because they were blocking any and all progress. Simple pleasures, reading, relaxing, remembering–the only problem was that he was becoming addicted to them all. The possibility of completing any simple task would soon be an impossibility if he didn’t take control. And so he did. He stood up, put himself together, and began with the smallest and easiest accomplishments he could muster, but soon they began to grow. And in one hour’s time he had cleaned up the house, prepared for lunch, and triumphed over inertia.