I seem to be a bit unmotivated of late. Not sure if it’s the changing seasons, lack of sleep or basic ennui that is the root cause.
All I want to do is escape into a book. I don’t want to knit, write, cook or talk to people (uh ya, my husband has noticed).
Reading has always been my escape. Even as a young child.
- Example: when my parents would ground me for my disobedience or blatant disregard for house rules, I secretly squealed with a glee. You mean a whole week to sit in my room and read? Sigh…okay mom and dad. That uh…sucks…I guess.
To this day, reading is my favourite past time. When it finally reaches that point in the day (usually late evening) that I can sit down uninterrupted to read, I’m in bliss.
But I want to know why reading is the only thing I want to do of late. Why everything else seems like so much effort.
Maybe its trepidation about the holiday rush-rush madness that will soon descend. Maybe it’s the recent time change (*pause in typing to shake fist at Daylight Savings proponents*)
Maybe I just suck as a person right now.
Whatever the cause, I don’t get it. Because life is good. Risking the announcer’s curse: family is healthy; family is happy. Work is busy but interesting. My friends are hilarious, supportive and generous. My Sweet Girl is my sweet girl.
Yes, life is good. I’m simply off my game. Or maybe just off my rocker.
Do you get like this sometimes? How do you combat it? I feel like I should make myself go and do the stuff I don’t feel like doing. Kick myself in the pants to kick-start my motivation. Think it’ll work?