In general I’m a person of habit and routine to some degree but also flexible, but I didn’t realise how fragile my usual habits are, how easily things are disrupted and how difficult it can be to get back into the familiar. I cannot exactly blame anything (like Wimbledon, the weather or such) it all comes down to my own will power, which has been on the wane for sometime.
My haphazard sleeping has become more erratic, might be because I have not been reading or because I’m too hot or because I am not sufficiently mentally and physically tired; I’m unenthused at meal times, which might be because I’m tired of my often used recipes; I’m not fussed about staying in or going out, whether there are chores or errands to be done or not; I have almost finished the current crochet project, but it’s been a concerted effort.
I am not really sure how to go about un-diss-ing my combobulation.
Even this blog post, I started it Friday but cannot get into my creative flow. *sigh*
Right, it is no good, I just have to, even if the outcome is not a solution, no point procrastinating any further. It’s got to be done.