Whatever it is, I’m not feeling it.
I’m not feeling happy. But I’m not feeling sad, either.
I’m not excited or enthusiastic or inspired. But that’s okay. Because I’m not angry or frustrated or grumpy.
I’m just… nothing.
Do you ever have those days? Those days where everything seems like too much effort?
“Did you have a good day?” my husband asked when he woke up this afternoon. (He’s working night shift at the moment.)
The question was a simple one. Really it was. But I stuttered and stammered and could barely answer. “I… Uh… Ma…In… Well… Er… I don’t know.”
I didn’t have a bad day. Nothing terrible happened. There were no disasters.
But nothing particularly good happened, either.
I dropped Big Brother at school and took Little Brother with me to do the grocery shopping. We shopped, raced home, had a bite to eat, put away the groceries, and then went back to the school to collect Big Brother. We drove home. I tried to write a blog post. Once. Twice. Three times.
They all sucked.
I deleted them.
Nothing else happened.
But when my husband asked if I had a good day, I wanted to burst into tears and scream, “I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!”
I don’t know.
I can’t really explain it.
But then, I’m not feeling very clever today.
Suggestions on how to get my mojo back are welcome.