Floating in the Ether
For maybe the last three weeks, I feel like I have been living outside of my body. I just don’t have any motivation to do anything. It feels like the days are just flying through the calendar, and I’m just kind of caught in a daze. Hell, I’ve been putting off writing this for weeks.
I think it’s because of two things. First, I’ve been waiting to hear about a schedule change at work for almost two months now, one that would really put me on a more normal schedule with the rest of the world, and let me see my friends a lot more than I do now. Second, me and Erin are going on a weeklong trip to Ocean City in a few weeks, and I think my brain is just trying to run out the clock. I haven’t been on vacation in over two years, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
I feel like since my brain is preoccupied with these two things, I kind of have been not paying attention to anything else in my life: I haven’t talked to some of my pals in a real long time, haven’t done much of anything, really. When people ask me how my weekend was, I literally have to struggle to think of something I did, other than food shopping and staring at the computer screen.
It kind of sucks; I feel like I’m missing out on the end of the summer. But I don’t know how to shake myself out of this funk.
