The sound of one hand clapping . . . .
That is what I hear in my head these days. Work is a bit mind-numbing. Home life is the same. I am sleeping more than I should and haven't had a work out in about a month.
I need to snap out of this funk somehow. I am going to give it the old college try tonight with a run around the Duke U Cross Country course. That usually does the job, albeit temporarily.
Mostly, I think I need a creative outlet. I am operating by rote lately, with nothing to exercise my brain. I used to write, draw, paint, build stuff, etc., but the energy isn't there. If I can just bust out in a flurry of activity, I think I can gain some inertia back, but sometimes it hard to overcome statics.
That is what I hear in my head these days. Work is a bit mind-numbing. Home life is the same. I am sleeping more than I should and haven't had a work out in about a month.
I need to snap out of this funk somehow. I am going to give it the old college try tonight with a run around the Duke U Cross Country course. That usually does the job, albeit temporarily.
Mostly, I think I need a creative outlet. I am operating by rote lately, with nothing to exercise my brain. I used to write, draw, paint, build stuff, etc., but the energy isn't there. If I can just bust out in a flurry of activity, I think I can gain some inertia back, but sometimes it hard to overcome statics.