Unanswered Questions
My energy reserves seem to have dwindled to nearly nothing. It’s a puzzling state of affairs. There are things that need doing, but none of them seem particularly pressing or worth pursuing. It could be age. It could be depression. It could be the aftermath of my latest bout with a viral bug. It could simply be the number of projects have overwhelmed my system. Whatever the cause, you can call me Mr. Lethargy.
I’m pretty sure I ought to work my way out of this but that might take more energy than I appear to have. The most obvious first step is to revitalize my to-do list. That’s worked in the past. Write things down. Print it out. Cross them off. And there’s always exercise. I took a walk yesterday, and it felt good, but there were some curious pops and clicks as I walked and that seemed odd. And I always mean to do more, but good intentions are nothing without will power, and mine seems lacking.
Although, it might be motivation that I’m missing more than anything. As in what’s the point? And that right there seems the crux of the matter. Where’s the satisfaction? For whom am I doing any of this? Me? Writing, reading, playing and making music are what I like to do and what I enjoy. The rest are things I have to do. And that might really be the point. Life appears to largely consist of things I have to do and perhaps the doing of them is what makes the things I like to do all the sweeter. Let’s see if that helps me get anything done.