Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been sick forever, and have grown used to laying around and taking it easy.
Maybe it’s because it’s May, and I’m tired of seeing gray skies and using flannel sheets.
Maybe it’s because I’m so far behind in everything (due to being sick), that I’m feeling overwhelmed and morose.
I don’t know, but I can’t shake this funk. I’m finally feeling better physically, but I feel bored, unmotivated, and lonely – yet I’m not feeling social. I’m tired of these four walls, but I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m sick of this messy house, but I can’t bring myself to clean it. I’m tired of the chaos, but I can’t think to organize.
I have wasted hours this week, sitting in a chair, staring out the window, hitting refresh on Twitter, reading a book, watching t.v. – you name it.
Ugh. I’m kind of done with it. But yet, not really.
My doctor cleared me to go running on Monday, so I’m hoping that by getting back into my exercise routine I’ll be able to shake this funk. Here’s hoping.