I feel like, lately, I’ve been losing time. I can’t tell you what I did last week and by Thursday, today will be a blur.
I haven’t been making any significant changes. I haven’t even been making insignificant ones. I just am.
I am stagnant.
But more than that, I am becoming increasingly aware of my resistance to something new.
They say that awareness is the first step. But for me? It only agitates.
Perhaps that agitation turns into action, like a caterpillar who emerges a butterfly.
But perhaps it never does, and one struggles and withers within their so-called comfort zone.
And even writing these sentences is exhausting. Seriously. I would like to take a break and nap.
But if I don’t write, I am unable to achieve some sort of clarity.
They say that awareness is the first step.
I think it’s time that I make a list, to orchestrate the changes necessary so that I’m not so cloudy, withering, and comforted.
As they say, “Grey skies are gonna clear up.”
Have a good night, everyone.