ugh
I feel entirely uninspired right now. I don't want to write about anything. This week has been gray and rainy and I've felt like a sloth. I just want to sleep or watch Netflix or—strangely—run on the treadmill, because none of those things require thinking.
I had a couple ideas for writing topics today. While I was emptying the dishwasher I mentally wrote an entire post about death changing your idea of what's important. Later I thought I might write about La La Land and how some movies leave you feeling like the world is just a little bit magical—like you could waltz through Meijer as you pick up milk and eggs, like you could spend your days painting flowers and cooking delicious, elaborate meals (I've been watching America's Test Kitchen.)
But now that I'm sitting here at my designated writing time nothing sounds appealing and I have no thoughts or words or inclination to write anything. I turned on the La La Land soundtrack to try to inspire myself. Nothing.
Do you sometimes wonder if life gets tedious because we're doing it wrong? Even now, when my work life is miles better than it used to be and I feel like my life is much more my own, I still find myself dreading my projects and complaining about having to go to client meetings. Is it possible to live a life where you never dread the day-to-day?
I don't want to be melodramatic. I don't dread the day-to-day really. I just don't want to do this site audit I'm working on right now, and I don't want to go to all the meetings I have to go to tomorrow. I want to feel like I'm creating something and I can't seem to make myself create anything.
I had a couple ideas for writing topics today. While I was emptying the dishwasher I mentally wrote an entire post about death changing your idea of what's important. Later I thought I might write about La La Land and how some movies leave you feeling like the world is just a little bit magical—like you could waltz through Meijer as you pick up milk and eggs, like you could spend your days painting flowers and cooking delicious, elaborate meals (I've been watching America's Test Kitchen.)
But now that I'm sitting here at my designated writing time nothing sounds appealing and I have no thoughts or words or inclination to write anything. I turned on the La La Land soundtrack to try to inspire myself. Nothing.
Do you sometimes wonder if life gets tedious because we're doing it wrong? Even now, when my work life is miles better than it used to be and I feel like my life is much more my own, I still find myself dreading my projects and complaining about having to go to client meetings. Is it possible to live a life where you never dread the day-to-day?
I don't want to be melodramatic. I don't dread the day-to-day really. I just don't want to do this site audit I'm working on right now, and I don't want to go to all the meetings I have to go to tomorrow. I want to feel like I'm creating something and I can't seem to make myself create anything.