I opened the curtains this morning and saw what a beautiful day it was, and instead of thinking "Fuck, I should be out there doing things like normal people do," I thought "It's beautiful out there, I wanna go ride my bike by the river."
Then, instead of thinking "But there'll be heaps of people on the bike path and it'll be stressful and awful and a waste of time and anyway I have to clean the house and I could just go tomorrow and and and..." - instead of that, I just got my shit and went for a ride. And it was really nice.
So I guess maybe I'm finally chipping away at my anxiety a bit.