Lately I've been adrift, allowing the ebb and flow of daily tides pull me here, propel me there, and then deposit me in a whirlpool where I tread water, going around and around in circles.
Other than performing the most basic tasks, I don't feel like doing anything else.
Hungry? Okay, I'll make dinner.
Need clean clothes? I'll throw a load in the washer.
School supplies? Let's go shopping.
Anything more, and I shut down and become most decidedly contrary.
I could clean out our closet, but we need new hangers and I don't feel like going to the store.
I could blog, but I don't know what to write about.
I could paint our rec room, but I can't decided on the color.
I could scrapbook, but I don't feel like pulling everything out.
And here's the most contrary thing of all: I know what I don't want to do, but I can't figure out what I do want to do.
It's a conundrum.
It's a tired-of-summer-I'm-ready-for-fall kind of thing.
I just want to be her ...