I feel so uninspired today. I’ve written and deleted post after post after post. I thought I’d write about relationships and dating and then I stopped myself because chilllldddddd that shit is a maze even I can’t quite wrap my head around. Then I thought I’d write about being the ‘single’ one and then got bored three quarters of the way and deleted that post.
I’ve been clutching at straws recently and looking for inspiration everywhere else but within. Forgive me for the puke inducing cliché- here’s the sick bucket.
I thought I’d look at some holiday posts and gather some inspiration which is what I should have been doing instead of googling all the glossy well put together blogs out there and making myself miserable about not being tech savvy or not quite knowing what the best light to shoot pictures is.
Adulting is scary enough without comparing yourself to everyone else. I feel like sometimes it’s even more tedious when you’re the ‘fun one’. It’s easy for everyone to forget that sometimes you’re also the ‘tired of life one’, the ‘sad one’, ‘the I-just-can’t-get-out-of-bed one’.
I’m still feeling pretty anxious about life and I feel even more so generally around this time of year. I feel like the end of the year always forces you to take stock of everything that has happened throughout the year- whether you like it or not! You look forward to the newness of a fresh year but you’re thinking also- ‘What have I achieved’.
Inspiration isn’t always easy to come by, but you’ve got to wade through the uninspiring days and push through. Everyday won’t be perfect and exciting and filled with zeal for life and accomplishing your goals. That’s what makes life. The ‘push through’.