I am suffering from a severe case of writers block. Blame it on the cold, blame it on the full moon, weird weather, lack of sleep, blame it on anything but me. I’ve been philosophizing too much of late. I need a fun and funny life experience to snap me back into passion, joy, enthusiasm, something! Lately, (since I came back from maternity leave) I feel like work is sucking the life out of me. Not because its too hard, the hours are too long, or the work is something I hate. None of those reasons. I just don’t want to be there.
I know I can’t blame this general lethargy on being sick, its been there long since before I was sick. I have no drive, no ambition, no desire to accomplish anything. Wait, I lie, I have a desire to accomplish non job related things, like motherhood, successful housewivery, and writing goals. Otherwise, what has gotten into me? I feel like a boring piece of white bread. No spice, no pizazz, no nothing. Just a lump of tasteless nothing. No satisfaction, no nothing. How does this figure?
When I get my pizazz back, I’ll be posting something interesting.
I need an adventure.