Perhaps it’s the influence of Summer, perhaps it’s just a lack of focus, perhaps it’s just not knowing where to start.
Since attending the market in Atlanta, it seems I’ve been on a constant treadmill of
inactivity, apathy, . . . don’t know what to call it. (There are no truly appropriate antonyms for the noun, imagination—I looked it up.) So, let me use it as an adjective—I am not imaginative . . . I am dull.
I am dull, like the broad side of a single oar in a row boat, paddling in circles.
If I’m being truly honest, I’ve been feeling this way for most of the year. Lots of great ideas, but not much initiative.
It doesn’t help when I read publications like this:
Talk about feeling like you’ve done nothing with your life! Reading about these ladies and all they do makes me embarrassed to be blogging and not creating, but then there’s this . . .
I just need to work on this a little more . . .
**NOTE TO THOSE PRONE TO ENCOURAGE ME . . . not necessary! I am already in the process of getting my act together.
Finding center, searching my soul and digging deep for some motivation.
More later . . .
Thanks for your indulgence!