Well, it's been way longer than I'd like to admit since I last blogged. Thanks for sticking around :)
I tried very hard to blog daily on the road. I think it was day three when we had crap for internet in the hotel. From about then on out it got hectic with early starts, late hotel arrivals. Many days the laptop didn't even get unpacked. If it did, it was to skype quick and head to bed. I haven't even uploaded them all to facebook. I know what you're thinking...procrastinate much? Yes. I do. A lot.
Anyway, I'm home, recovered, ready for action. Except there isn't any. I have found myself in what most people would call a "funk". I'm not sure how to explain it. I'm happy not working, but yet I find myself moping around most days. Part of the reason I'm not blogging is because I spent the better part of the last 15 years in a cubicle. In front of a computer. Sitting here reminds me of that. I'm not writing because I'm not sure if I'm good enough at it to be doing it. Sure, ideas are flowing, but words, formalities - not so much. The high of the road trip is gone, and here I sit. Dozens of things I could be doing, but none of the will to do any of them. I just lay around in my PJs most days reading and gaming. And napping.
One of my friends warned me about this - falling into a depression stage - after I quit my job. Is that what this is? I miss the social interaction of the 9 to 5, but not the drama or the toxicity levels. I didn't mind the actual work though. I do miss people, though -- but I don't feel depressed. Does that put me in the denial stage?
Have any of you ever been through something like this? What did you do to get the funk out?