I hate it when I feel low but have no reason to be so.
Since last week, my life has been crazy. Worked at an event in Barcelona, have been writing a lot, teaching a lot, and trying to keep my social life in some action.
I’m good at making time for things I want to do, people I want to see; so no complaints there. But all this has left me exhausted. I’m also feeling a bit lost, empty and surprisingly, alone. Again, for no good reason.
I think, the event of living life to the fullest, on your terms, ironically takes its toll. I have not wasted time for a long time. But I feel tired, unhealthy and yeah, empty.
I can’t remember the last time I sat down at peace to drink some coffee and read the paper. It’s like, because you don’t have a real job, you are not permitted to enjoy that glory. When infact, it’s the contrary.
All of a sudden I feel spent. Very spent. I ate Burger King last night for goodness sake, and couldn’t even finish it. I haven’t had much of an appetite for a few days now.
I did go for a long run this morning though. That was great.
The only thing I can think of that might snap me out of this ridiculous state I’m in right now, is dancing. I haven’t been dancing for 2-weeks now — and really that’s all I want to do.
I always say that I’m an annoying wreck when I don’t go dancing, but I don’t really mean it. But maybe that’s what it is. Yikes.
By the way, is anyone reading this? Or should I move back to my blogspot?
6 years ago
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