The old joke, “help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up”, comes to mind as an adequate descriptor for my life as of late. I need to write, and yet I’m restless and unmotivated. I’ve allowed the spark that drove me for the last couple years to flicker and dim.

I am unsure how to feel about this, for the past months have been spent in a great deal of self-improvement, which has led to some very significant changes in my life. And so I tend to tell myself I haven’t been doing too poorly. We are so quick to criticize ourselves the moment we don’t have time for it all.  Ahh, yet another thing for me to work on.

So, how does one carve out the time to do all the things they yearn to do? I’ve done it before, so why is it that I struggle now? This rambling blog post, which started off inspired, and has turned into nothing more than verbal diarrhoea, was meant to share a bit of the “struggle”.

I can feel the push life is giving me, I need to go with it before it decides to kick me square in the ass.