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I've been reading some of the posts from friends of mine in the past few days. Some of them are relating to internal soul-searching, setting goals, and the like... and a few more deal with creeping apathy towards anything and everything outside a sphere of influence.
Myself, I just feel like I can't get things done, no matter how much or well-planned that task is. I've had several projects on my mind for months now, and haven't done squat all about them. Prime example are my gaming campaigns. Beyond a few notes and an attempt or two at organization, I haven't done any real hard planning.
The apartment is coming along, slowly. We have a month plus a few days to get it in shape for Marcus' first birthday. I think that's the only major plan that will come through in the next few weeks. After that, I tackle the computer, and then my gaming plans.
So what is the source of these feelings that are within us at this current time? Getting older, shorter of breath? Perhaps... The onset of Spring after a lousy Winter? I would think that sort of thing would bring gladder feelings amongst us, unless we're doing some sort of emotional Spring Clean... get it out of our systems before the really nice weather hits. (Unlike today, when I would love to move my call center operations outside for the rest of the day -- it's zarking nice outside!!!)
Mostly, we trudge on with the day to day drudgery, thinking that we'll never let it get to us, at least not to a point where we would crack under the pressure, the tedium, the ennui. Even so, when we tell ourselves that fact, the Beastie Upon Our Shoulders rears his head and reminds us.
So what do we do? Retreat into the safety and comfort of friends and family, by the looks of it. If anyone's slipping into a bottle, they're sure not saying anything about it. We slide ourselves into a volume in which we feel we have some semblance of control, familiarity, peace. For me, it's relaxing late at night, knowing that Marcus is safely in his bed, fast asleep... Colleen doing the same... me with a comic book or three and some Ben & Jerry's while a good show is on TV, just before bed. It's not the perfect moment, but it'll do... knowing that mine own are safe, sound, and at that point in time, relaxed and content.
Safe from the Beasties.
Myself, I just feel like I can't get things done, no matter how much or well-planned that task is. I've had several projects on my mind for months now, and haven't done squat all about them. Prime example are my gaming campaigns. Beyond a few notes and an attempt or two at organization, I haven't done any real hard planning.
The apartment is coming along, slowly. We have a month plus a few days to get it in shape for Marcus' first birthday. I think that's the only major plan that will come through in the next few weeks. After that, I tackle the computer, and then my gaming plans.
So what is the source of these feelings that are within us at this current time? Getting older, shorter of breath? Perhaps... The onset of Spring after a lousy Winter? I would think that sort of thing would bring gladder feelings amongst us, unless we're doing some sort of emotional Spring Clean... get it out of our systems before the really nice weather hits. (Unlike today, when I would love to move my call center operations outside for the rest of the day -- it's zarking nice outside!!!)
Mostly, we trudge on with the day to day drudgery, thinking that we'll never let it get to us, at least not to a point where we would crack under the pressure, the tedium, the ennui. Even so, when we tell ourselves that fact, the Beastie Upon Our Shoulders rears his head and reminds us.
So what do we do? Retreat into the safety and comfort of friends and family, by the looks of it. If anyone's slipping into a bottle, they're sure not saying anything about it. We slide ourselves into a volume in which we feel we have some semblance of control, familiarity, peace. For me, it's relaxing late at night, knowing that Marcus is safely in his bed, fast asleep... Colleen doing the same... me with a comic book or three and some Ben & Jerry's while a good show is on TV, just before bed. It's not the perfect moment, but it'll do... knowing that mine own are safe, sound, and at that point in time, relaxed and content.
Safe from the Beasties.
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You add to that for me: It feels like whenever I get something done, I have something else that needs to get done. I can never just be done with things.
Conversly, at work, everyone has been doing the whole "who gives a f#ck" thing about shlt I'm supposed to be working on. Or things their supposed to be working on... if they don't care, why should i?