I have been quite terrible at writing lately. There have been many, many nights throughout the summer where I’ve tried to encourage myself to pick up the keyboard and write…but, I just couldn’t.
In nearly every aspect of my life lately, I have been lacking motivation. I can’t quite talk myself into writing. Into running. Into getting up early. Into cleaning.
I have felt, for awhile, like I am just…living? Surviving? Dog-paddling my way through the summer?
I’m not sure exactly what it is.
I’m tired. I don’t want to do anything. I find myself unwilling to even go to my friends’ houses or do stuff with them. Which, of course, gives me guilt because I am also being a bad friend.
I am finding some time to do some workout classes. But that has felt like the extent of it. Go, workout, come home, lay around, nap.
I feel lazy.
I got back to work in about two weeks. I’m not quite sure I am ready…though, I am ready for a schedule.
Mostly, I am ready to start feeling something again.
Do you ever feel this way? I’m not necessarily sad. Not really happy though, either. I can get stressed, and my anxiety has been more heightened as of late. Mostly, I just feel…nothing. Blank.
So, if you’ve wondered where I’ve been…I’m still here. But this is why my words have not been gracing the screen.
Hopefully, I will find my way out of the funk soon.