I must admit to recently having had a drop in morale. Certain doors have closed, at least for now - doors that I was trying to keep open. There is nothing more frustrating than having something, that you want to do, no long be an option.
Self-pity is an indulgence, really. In a struggle between life and death, self-pity will destroy. The world feels no pity, and your competitors will feel no shame in taking advantage of a moment of laxity. As an act, it does little to help you, and only occupies time and energy.
Once in an emergency, decisive action is all that matters.
We aren't in an emergency situation, though. At least not yet. There is still time, and room, for a little self-indulgence, as long as it doesn't stop your preparations.
There is an upside to this, too - it means that my time will not be split, and I will not be at risk of spending weeks away at a time. Preparations can be continued at their current pace; gardens can be improved, equipment obtained...