I’m in a bit of a rut.
Not a “depressed” rut (been there). I’m actually pretty good.
My job fulfils me. My family is great. My circle of friends is small but meaningful and that’s how I like it. And NCIS, a show I’ve grown up with and is basically a family friend at this point, just got renewed for Season 20.
In short, I’m happy.
It’s more of a “why aren’t I achieving more with my life?” rut. A “someday I’ll be old and I want to be better than I am today” rut.
I’m often tired.
I’m not reading anywhere near as much as I want to or should. (Related to the tiredness thing.)
I feel like I’m not making progress on Book #2.
Sometimes I think it’d be cool to take up [insert hobby here] but then I don’t get started or follow through.
Or I think about how I wanted to be a cartoonist with a syndicated comic strip when I was a kid and wonder why I stopped drawing altogether.
I’m sure I’ll get unstuck but right now, I’m just typing it out.
And maybe taking a nap.