These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age (56). I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
That's kinda what I did yesterday. Didn't even leave the house until well after noon. Then all I did was treat myself to a lovely lunch with a good book and a yummy rumchata colada at a little restaurant up the street. It was a beautiful day, but I didn't even feel like walking around much. Then I got home, watched a little baseball, did laundry, and continued plowing through House of Cards.
Why am I so unmotivated? Why am I so content to just stay rooted on my lumpy futon? I feel OK physically. But I'm just so depleted of energy or enthusiasm. I'm not sad or depressed. I'm just ... unwilling to move.