I just looked up “prolificious” because I wondered if it was a word. Sadly, it is not.
I’ve been feeling the need to write lately, but it’s been discouraging because I haven’t had much to write about. Sure, I could write about Christmas and what I’ve been doing lately. But Christmas was depressing (I’m sorry – it had nothing to do with any of my family/friends). I cried a ton the 26th and 27th – I suppose to make up for ignoring Christmas the whole month of December.
Lately though, not much has been happening. I’m feeling stagnant, mostly because I’m getting tired of Skyrim which allows me more time to analyze my life and pastimes. I’ve been thinking about dating lately, too. It can be exciting, but it can also be so tiring and pointless. Instead of spending my time and energy on meeting new people, I feel like I should be trying to better myself or do something more worthwhile. Not sure what, though.
OK, so I do have some good ideas of things that it would be beneficial for me to spend my time doing.
So I guess the real problem here is motivation. I used to get all into household projects (and Pinterest helped a lot with that). But there are just certain things that I do not give two damns about, and household projects frequently fall into this category. Lately, anyway.
It all goes back to me wanting to find meaning and fulfillment in life. Those things are both really nice to have. I’ll settle for fulfillment, too.
I’m reading the Grapes of Wrath right now – and am really liking it so far. I’m about half-way in though, and expect several more depressing turns before the end. Making me thankful that I didn’t have to personally experience this part of history.
Watching Dexter lately, too. I had stopped watching it because I was afraid that Matt identified too well with Dexter. No more worries now anyway….
Took my Christmas tree down this weekend. The living room looks kind of sparse now. In a full way. That doesn’t make sense, I know. It’s OK.
No Promises This Time 