It's so difficult to find inspiration to write sometimes. All I do on this silly blog is write about my own feelings and thoughts anyways--that shouldn't be too hard, right? But sometimes it is difficult to bring yourself to do even the simplest of tasks.
I can never quite tell how I am DOING in life. Yanno when people ask you how you are, and you automatically answer with the trained "oh I'm good! How are you?" I genuinely do not know how I am. If I zoomed out of my life, and could look at like, a sine wave (uh or...yanno one of those lines in the graphs that show trends...um...) it would look like a ton of mini ups and downs, with no true pattern.
Some days, I am absolutely enthused by the idea of being alive. I spend most of my day laughing, cracking absolutely not funny jokes, being with friends and family, and feel fulfilled and exhausted by the end of the day. Those are my favorite days--where I feel as if I used my space here and time here wisely and enjoyed my time and did something good with it.
Other days, I wake up pre-exhausted and muster strength to get out of bed. I spend most of my day dilly-dallying, switching back and forth from apps and Netflix. I try to drag myself to do something productive, like clean, but I tire easily and find myself back in bed. I hate, absolutely hate those days. They make me feel like I wasted my time and energy, even though I used all of one and none of the other. Today is one of those days.
I don't really have a point to writing this. I wish I could end this with something inspiring or uplifting. But really, all I do when I find myself in one of those types of days that I hate, where I feel drained before the day even began, I just get excited and anticipate the next day. I think that's about all we can do sometimes; look forward to tomorrow.
I can never quite tell how I am DOING in life. Yanno when people ask you how you are, and you automatically answer with the trained "oh I'm good! How are you?" I genuinely do not know how I am. If I zoomed out of my life, and could look at like, a sine wave (uh or...yanno one of those lines in the graphs that show trends...um...) it would look like a ton of mini ups and downs, with no true pattern.
Some days, I am absolutely enthused by the idea of being alive. I spend most of my day laughing, cracking absolutely not funny jokes, being with friends and family, and feel fulfilled and exhausted by the end of the day. Those are my favorite days--where I feel as if I used my space here and time here wisely and enjoyed my time and did something good with it.
Other days, I wake up pre-exhausted and muster strength to get out of bed. I spend most of my day dilly-dallying, switching back and forth from apps and Netflix. I try to drag myself to do something productive, like clean, but I tire easily and find myself back in bed. I hate, absolutely hate those days. They make me feel like I wasted my time and energy, even though I used all of one and none of the other. Today is one of those days.
I don't really have a point to writing this. I wish I could end this with something inspiring or uplifting. But really, all I do when I find myself in one of those types of days that I hate, where I feel drained before the day even began, I just get excited and anticipate the next day. I think that's about all we can do sometimes; look forward to tomorrow.
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