Please allow me to gripe for a moment.
Over the past month or so, Iāve noticed that my reactions to things are generally, āMehā.
I used to eagerly fire up my RSS reader to see what fun, cool things I could learn about. Lately, I just scroll aimlessly through my feeds, skim a couple of posts, shrug, and move on. Nothing is interesting enough to stop me in my tracks and send me on an adventure. That used to happen at least once or twice a day.
I roll my eyes at each new ācrisisā on social media. Not because I donāt care about things, but Iām weary of people posting their (typically uninformed) takes on every little thing.
I havenāt picked up a camera in weeks. My photos are boring. And Iām finding other peopleās photos boring as well, and that never happens.
Finding a show or movie to watch is an exercise in time wasting and scrolling and watching trailers. Iāll find something, watch ten minutes of it, and quit. Same thing with books, and IĀ loveĀ books.
The only reason Iām still blogging every day is for lack of anything better to do. IĀ switch blogging platformsĀ all the time, but itās just a distraction with no real goal.
Winter doesnāt bother me. The short days are fine with me. I canāt blame the weather. Iām just in a funk and I need to pull out of it because this isnāt much fun.