I’ve written often about being a morning person. I spring out of bed, plans in my head, energy in my toes, ready to get the day started. Usually. But not today. The last Friday in September finds me feeling a bit low.
Although up at the usual time, just a few minutes beyond 6 a.m., the darkness and bad air do not give me a good feeling. I wish we could return to standard time RIGHT NOW. I need my sunshine at 6 a.m., not 7 p.m. Of course, with the forest fire smoke shifting in our direction right now, the days are all a hazy blur. Maybe that’s the problem with my motivation. It too is blurred.
I have not been well the past few days. Have no idea if it’s a bug I picked up or one of my food allergies. By Thursday evening I was so exhausted, having used every ounce of energy on the necessary tasks, right up to finally telling Terry he was on his own for dinner, I could not do one more thing. I sat on the couch and went to bed just past 7:30.
There are no obligations on today’s calendar except to pick up dinners from our neighborhood cafe/bakery. Thank goodness I had the forethought to order those earlier in the week. However, there are tasks on my list still undone. My car begs to go to the car wash. There are items I need from Target for a project I have next weekend. I should go grocery shopping as the produce has run out. I knew things were bad when Terry resorted to eating raw carrots with his dinner.
Because I often analyze my life by writing, I thought putting my lack of motivation into a blog post might just provide some insight into this malaise, but I’m not seeing it now. Maybe when I come back and read this at a later time it will be more evident. For now, though, I just want to sit and do nothing.