Re-Connection

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Well it’s been a while since I have been on this blog. I felt uninspired to write anything hence no posts since February. For the past couple of days I have felt the itch to write again. I’m not sure what to write but the urge is back?

My thought’s have been going wild for the past few days, worries & anxieties about life in general. I feel as though I have run out of things to do, paralysed in a mundane routine. I have wanted to go out to meet friends or just run errands but then I feel the paralysis.

It’s hard to leave the comfort of home. I have put off easy tasks for months, telling myself I’ll do it tomorrow (never happens). So I guess this is a brain dump post? I haven’t got any important thoughts or negative, neither positive but just simply… stagnant? I guess the frontal lobe of my brain is nearly complete? I’ve reflected more often, these past few days.

I probably should do some journaling but, I don’t feel like it. I have a new job, shift work is great for flexibility but maybe the irregularity of it has something to do with this stagnant feeling? I’ve watched a lot of videos, I’ve listened to many a podcast & completed an entire colouring book. I have books ready to read/finish but again, it feels impossible at the moment.

I had many blog posts planned a few months ago but just didn’t feel like writing them. I may still write them in a couple of days, who knows?

I guess the reflecting has reminded me of friendships lost, friendships drifting. I know some friendships are not good for me but a part of me misses those times when I was younger & stupider in some ways. Other friendships are just drifting because, being adults means getting busier! Life changes are happening, people are in different stages, like marriage or buying homes, relationships or even children!

How we are at an age where these things are happening, is beyond me! I still think we’re all fifteen & not in our mid twenties.

I’ll end this here. There is no rush in life.

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