Do you ever feel like you’re not pulling your weight? I mean we could all, always be doing more, right? But how much is really enough?
Right now, I don’t feel engaged. I’m just going through the motions. And I’m waiting for something to kick in. I don’t know if I feel like I’ll just wake up one morning and magically things will be different and my life will start shifting into high gear or what. But I know something has to change.
Uh-oh. I just realized that I feel like I’m starting to go numb again. But I don’t know why. And maybe why doesn’t matter. Maybe I’m just really tired. Or just tired today. But I don’t feel like that’s true. I feel exhausted. I need a break.
I need a vacation. Or something to help me feel rejuvenated. I’m going to search for travel deals. Maybe I just need to get away. This feeling of autopilot is all too familiar, and familiarity of this kind especially, breeds contempt.