Wisdom dissonance.
It's funny how you can consciously know something to be true, and yet it takes years of constant reassurance to integrate it. Easy to say, much harder to believe.
That's why I can preach poetics left and right about life lessons and shit, and still be a hot mess.
They key I've found to avoid being incredibly frustrated is to trust myself. Maybe I'm not as productive as I'd like to be, but if I accept the anxiousness for a little while, paradoxically, it makes it easier to overcome.
As simple as making a second post in this blog is, I still consider it a victory.