I spent most of this past winter and early spring trying to cram as much activity into my life as possible. Every free minute was spent doing something active, visiting new places, trying new things, or planning to go to new places and try new things. I think I was afraid if I slowed down I would fall into a rut. And then one day about a month ago, without warning, I fell into that rut.
All of a sudden I just didnt feel like doing anything at all. I mean nothing. At all.
Out of nowhere my spark just went dead. I blew through entire weekends without ever leaving my house. 48 hours with no sunshine or fresh air, just my couch and old episodes of 30 Rock.
I am sitting in my front yard right now at an old table I dragged outside. The evening air is cool, but not too cold. The Italian Moms are chatting in the street and the birds are singing backup for them. This is a good place to be, and I cant even count how many evenings like this I missed sitting inside watching tv.
I am not sure if this is the day I am going to get my spark back or not, but this is the day I am going to shut off the tv and rejoin the land of the living. At least in my own front yard.
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