Gruntled
- It's quite a pretty place
I'm not entirely certain where my head is.
Odd thing to say, I know, as it does look like it's on top of my shoulders, and an even odder thing to break blog silence for, but it's a fact. I don't know how I feel. About pretty much anything.
I know that I'm happy about a lot of things, that's true. I'm healthy, I'm loved, I like my job, and I laugh far more than is normal, I suspect.
But I balance that out. The last time I had two weeks off work was last Christmas, and I'll be doing the same this year. I need to have a proper summer break. Definitely.
I don't read any more. This annoys me, as I love reading. But my reading has been declining dramatically since I stopped long commutes. The ten minute walk to work is accompanied by audiobooks and podcasts, and my evenings are effectively filled with drama and documentaries.
I don't write any more. See above.
I am very, very good at procrastination. At having great plans that go nowhere. At falling asleep as soon as the sun goes down.
And the thing is, I've been here before - many times. I know that something needs to change, and that I am the one who needs to change it. However, the middle of winter is not the best time to make a change, as anyone who has ever tried a new-year resolution will tell you.
At best I'm happy. Which is not a bad state to be in. But sometimes it feels like I am simply not unhappy, which is less good.
Roll on, 2011. These flying hovercars are long overdue.
10 December, 2010
