Fear of the uncertainty;
Charting off course,
Focusing on the vision.
It’s the fifth day of 2016. The period I have been counting down to since over three years ago. It’s not exactly the end of the chapter yet.
However, I am nearing the end of the path. The excitement of starting a new phase is not as strong as the nerves that’s building up of not being able to start any sooner. Seemingly in control but somehow not feeling entirely in control.
I can’t wait for the end of Winter to make her exit and to pull Spring into my embrace. Inspiration and Motivation await around the corner.
The level of energy does affect one’s enthusiasm. I haven’t been writing much here for a long time.
Not only was the muse out of my reach, there was nothing I felt I could verbalise with words.
Since the start of the year, work has consumed most of my energy and strength. Surviving with minimal nutrients, I seem to have lost some weight (yay?) Though I wasn’t sure having a weak constitution was the best driver for weight loss.
I felt weak most of the time and I always seem to have a cloudy brain. Was my body failing me?
I was saying the wrong things as thoughts running through my mind dashed out of my mouth before a jog around the brain.
How does that sound? Ready made meals and porridge were my main supplements and I was home usually after 9.
It took me a while to get workload back to reasonable levels after conversations with the manager.
An entire weekend of doing doing – eating/cooking – > watching videos(mind numbing) -> sleeping(and more sleeping) over two days. While everyone else (at work) was plagued by Monday blues, I felt normal. Energetic, calm and focused.
Indeed, the body and brain need their rest. Sufficient rest to function like a normal human being.
Keeping that in mind – I have been retiring early each night and gorging myself silly over the bank holiday weekend. Good nutritious food made by me – no leftovers for a few days. Setting up a good rhythm with minimum of seven hours of sleep and waking up at the right time, I felt normal. Those who have been following my previous entries are probably aware of my foot injury – coming to its two year anniversary – is finally feeling better. Weekly runs on the grass and one run to the library all suggest that my fish-tank days are coming to an end.
I am back.