This is a new one for me. I’ve never been so devoid of inspiration.
Please, don’t force yourself to read on as I delve into the cluttered mind of the creative. I’m writing this primarily as therapy and in self-discovery. What is it that always keeps me going? What has changed in recent weeks? I’m I just exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally? The odd thing is that I can’t tell. I’m just in a funk.
Life is good. I’ve got a job, a beautiful fiancé, toys in the garage, and a yard to call my own, great step-kids-to-be and an awesome family. There is absolutely no reason for the detachment I’m feeling. All I’ve really wanted to do for days now is just sit in a quiet place and read without interruption.
It could be the meds I’ve been on. I’m typically not one to take pills but between pulled muscles, quitting smoking, and having oral surgery I’ve been on and off of a plethora of meds, most recently Oxycodon. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve taken one of those so maybe I’m coming down. I don’t know. I just feel like life is “going through the motions” right now and that’s not me.
I’m going to step away from this for a while and get over myself. Life is good and I’m good at it. I’m just slacking emotionally right now. I’ll get it together.
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who’d have known. apparently Chantix has it’s very own set of detox symptoms… some of which I’m experiencing right now. ahh, the level of what can be learned from the internet.