I seriously don't know what the deal is.
I just feel kinda...'meh.'
Oh don't get me wrong...I have some pockets of joy and bliss. And those are increasing. But it's the rest of the time where the focus and 'joy' seem to kind of just get put on the sidelines.
Once I get in to the actual activity (writing...photography...editing), it's fine. I find the bliss. But I'm finding that getting to the point and actually making myself sit down and do those things that bring me joy is where I'm struggling.
It's just a weird time of year for me, I suppose.
I doubt I'll reference this one on Facebook. So if you happen to stumble across my moment of doubt, you get the easter egg.
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