I have so little motivation these days. Is it the heat? Too much emotional drainage this year? Just plain-old burnout? I don't know. I'm trying to fake it through, but it's not FUN. I need some FUN. I need some PASSION in my life. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm still passionate about gardening and reading and Kaylin and my dogs and scrapbooking...but it all just feels forced. And work, Ugh! Don't even ask me. I'm still doing my job, but every little thing just feels like SO much EFFORT. Even the littlest things.
I don't really WANT to do anything...know what I mean? When I wake up in the morning, there's nothing that I'm excited about doing. Does anyone else go through times like this?
I have good ideas of what I wish I wanted to do.
I wish I wanted to write on my blog, but I don't have the words.
I wish I wanted to work on my garden, but it's too hot.
I wish I wanted to want to fix/redo/spruce up my house, but I don't know where to start, I don't want to spend any money, and....it's too hot.
I wish I wanted to paint. Well, I always want to want to paint but that's rare even in good times.
Part of it, I know, is that I haven't felt good. I sprained my ankle at the beginning of July (end of June?) and I haven't gotten back to my walks. I haven't been eating what I know I should be eating. I haven't been taking all my medication as prescribed. So yeah, it's my own fault.
So I should just suck it up, get with the program, do what I need to do. Wake up in the morning and do it. And the motivation will come back, right?
And now that I've confessed my supreme laziness and patheticness, perhaps I will be embarrassed back in to living like I'm supposed to.
And if Mr. Weather could bring us a couple of days of less than 1000 degrees, that would be helpful too.