My day job is really busy right now, with lots of last minute twists and turns on a project that was due over two weeks ago. I want to retreat to the kitchen and the simplicity of chopping carrots but my bothered and distracted mind follows me right in. I stand over the open refrigerator and stare at the chicken that really should be cooked this weekend and the dark tuscan kale that is starting to wither and fade. But I can’t seem to pull it together enough to figure out even the most basic, simplest of kitchen tasks. Finding the focus to roast a chicken eludes me, and the wilted kale only makes me sad.