In my previous post (30th August: “Someday” is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you (part 1) – link here ), I stated that the post was a two-parter, with the follow-up expected to look at the potential root causes (and possible solutions) of yet again not getting anywhere near completing my to-do list entries during a week off work.
That follow-up post should have been with you last Sunday but it didn’t materialise. The reason why is simple enough – I just couldn’t be bothered writing it. In fact, for the past week or so, I’ve been in a frame of mind where I just couldn’t be bothered doing much (apart from the essentials, such as work, showering, getting dressed etc).
Thankfully, this doesn’t happen too often. When it does, it really hacks me off but there’s little I can do about it. I don’t approach much in life half-heartedly and I certainly won’t attempt to write at times like those, especially if I know my heart isn’t really in it. The same applied to pretty much everything last week. I didn’t pick up a guitar; didn’t do the work I need to do on revamping the Lux Bay website (my live music duo, for those of you who don’t know); didn’t do a scrap of work on the e-book ideas I have, barely exercised; and barely picked up a book. My mojo had well and truly disappeared.
Why did I feel like that? I honestly don’t know. I was a little tired, and was busy with ‘the day job’, but that has happened on many occasions without affecting me to this degree. I really can’t put my finger on it – all I know is that I had zero enthusiasm and absolutely no ‘get up and go’. Thankfully, I now feel I’m back on form, motivated, and inspired again, but last week was a pretty muggy, unproductive, mess of a week.
You may wonder why I’m writing about this? Primarily, it’s because it’s important to be realistic and I strongly believe it’s vitally important for these blog posts to reflect real life, rather than some Utopian life that some on social media would have you believe is the norm. Surely, we all have periods such as this> None of us are perfect. There’s no magic wand to wave at times like these to immediately get our mojo back. It will pass (if it doesn’t, there’s certainly no shame in seeking medical help) and I’m learning to deal with it a little better than I used to. There’s little else I can do except just accept it and hope it won’t last too long. Beating ourselves up is pretty much the worst thing we can do – we’re humans, not machines.
As always, thanks for reading and take care.