The post title pretty much sums it up. I find myself feeling sluggish about life these days. The creative juices are flowing but seem to be trapped under a sheet of ice.
Like they're a mosquito stuck in amber and I can see them there and I know there's dino DNA to be had, I just can't get to it. And that's frustrating.
Yes, I'm a nerd. Said nerd turns around after an analogy like that and says, well, maybe it's for the best. You don't want to breed raptors, after all. That never ends well.
And I say, you know what, inner nerd? You're right. Plus it's a lot of work breeding raptors. It takes a lot of energy. I would much rather just snuggle up on the couch with a good book or with useless interwebs.
Inner nerd says, let's watch Jurassic Park instead.
But then the annoying industrious side of me pipes up and gives the rest of us a guilt trip about being unproductive, so I can't even lounge properly until the funk goes away but my veins are too full of molasses to actually get much of anything useful done, so, yeah. (In the interest of giving credit where it's due, it's not just Industrious Me's fault. The Little Guy also contributes a LOT to the preventing-me-from-lounging fund. Especially now that he's walking.)
This is all extra frustrating because it's keeping me from really enjoying November, which is usually one of my favorite times of year. (Yeah, I know that just adds to the weirdness. Whatever.)
I'd write an angry letter to someone, but I just don't have the energy.
Maybe I'll put in that Jurassic Park DVD instead.
If you see my missing get-up-and-go, please kick its wandering little trash back home to me. Much obliged.
Yes, that's it.
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I came across this poem, "The Spot" by Holly Day, this afternoon. (Scroll
down to the bottom of the page; it won't let me link to the individual
poem.)
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11 years ago
3 comments:
I think your get-up-and-go got up and went with mine! Grrrrr....
Seriously! The funk is contagious, apparently. The past two days I've been in my pajamas until . . . bedtime. Yeah. I feel listless and always in pursuit of a snack.
Mr. E has had a cold for a week now, so we've been sequestered. (And also experiencing extreme guilt that he got the cold from me.) He's in between the Dark Vader and the healthy phase, and so we wait.
Good luck with your amber and DNA and raptors and stuff. Perhaps when my kidlet is well, an outing is in order.
LiT, I would fully support an outing. I hope the kidlet gets well soon in any event.
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