Out of Place
It’s Tuesday evening as I sit here, and I’m finding myself at a loss for a blog post topic. All the usual things are not helping spark ideas, either – not my writing playlists in iTunes, not skimming Twitter/Facebook/Instagram while letting my mind wander a bit, not perusing Unsplash in the hopes a picture will spark a thousand words. If it were not for my goal to post here on Wednesdays, I’d already be curled up with a book or on the couch watching the fruits of someone else’s efforts on the television screen. Anything other than watching as the time continues to creep forward with little to show in terms of words on the page.
There’s an out-of-place feeling I’ve been carrying around for a bit of time now. Not on the whole, mind … No, it’s tied to some specific things, things I’ve done countless times and am quite comfortable in, honestly. There is a predictability and well-worn rhythm – things I am normally reluctant to part with. But now those things done countless times are … are what? Not enough, I suppose. I don’t know. Like I noted in the above paragraph, the words are not coming easily despite the pulling out of my best tricks.
But here I sit, staring at the screen, typing and deleting and rearranging and wondering, “What next? What do I do next?” Because I’m feeling somewhat out of sorts, knowing some changes are needed, having a destination in mind, but not being sure where to start, how to keep the momentum going whenever a direction is finally settled upon.
Meh. It’s – at present – a frustrating place to be. But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe this will give way sooner rather than later to the something new, something better … to what will be a better fit.
How about you? Is life in a good groove, or are you, too, finding yourself realizing it’s time for change?