I've been in a funk for a little while...
Which is why the blogs are not getting posted, household chores are piling up, dinner seems to be leftovers (a lot), and I stay up until God knows when paging through pages of fiction trying to figure out where the story is going (and how on earth I got so far off track in the interim)
Yup. I am stuck in a rut.
Although, technically I am in the process of climbing OUT of the rut. So it's not really stuck per se...and well, oh who am I kidding?
I am climbing out, but the exit is a whole lot more tedious than the entrance. Because in the process of falling into the rut, I somehow managed to find a shovel in my hand, digging my way further down.
Believe me, the logic was sound when I first started digging. Somehow, I'd convinced myself that digging DOWN was the most effective way to climbing UP.
You had to be there during my reasoning period...
You ever get the feeling that you KNOW what the problem is...but you PRETEND you don't see it staring you in the face?That was - is - me.
I like to blame it on all manner of things - this rut digging.
- It's my hormones going all wonky. (I love that word wonky)
- My kids, husband, house is driving me crazy
- I am sick
- I am tired
- I am sick AND tired
- My kids are sick...
- I don't feel like undigging myself...
- I'M not in a RUT
In the end, the only one able to put myself INTO the rut is the only able to get myself OUT of the rut...
It's pretty simple and straightforward. And a lot of really famous people have said it WAY better than me.
Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
The great advantage of being in a rut is that when one is in a rut, one knows exactly where one is.