Slowly Improving

I don't have a lot new to say yet, but I feel like I am slowly improving. Less medication, less overall anxiety, more better moods. I still don't have a lot of focus for reading or other diversions. Too often I just can't get into it. In fact, I'm finding idle time can be the hardest to deal with. Normally I would love some down time or having a thought-engaging project to get into and would be bored by mindless activity. Lately I feel the most purpose in shelving or processing books at work or having something basic and simple to occupy my time. Thoughtless activity helps, I think because of the lack of thought. I'm also finding helping patrons a joy--someone external to focus on instead of my own internal tumult. Not that I normally dislike patrons or something like shelving, but I'm not used to an hour of working circulation being the best part of my day. It's strange.