Lately, I have been thinking that I am stuck. Stuck in a rut. On a hamster wheel that obviously isn’t going anywhere.
It’s odd though. If you asked me three years ago, where I’d like to be three years on- the current state of affairs would seem to be a great place to be in.
There have been tremendous changes in all walks of life. And recently, huge life events have occurred.
My only sibling is now married.
I’m soon to welcome Progeny No. 2 into my life.
Home and work ships are on calm waters.
And generally, life has been decent. No unyeilding problems, no insurmountable crap-hills, no unplayable curveballs.
Yet, the inertia is like an itch I cannot scratch. The sort of itch which is exactly at a point on yourself that no limb of yours can reach, and one that another person can never locate exactly. Therefore, the itch remains. It lies low when you are occupied with more pressing concerns, but it always rears it’s annoying head and begs to be dealt with at every moment of joblessness, however minute the time span may be.
Damn you, boredom.
Damn you, inertia.
Till next time.