Something New

Honestly, I don't know why I keep up the appearance of calling myself a 'writer.'

It's clear that I don't have the wherewithal to break out. I have been dwindling down to the point where daily tweets to writing prompts are difficult to maintain. My friendships, such as they are, are also slim.

I'm tired and not motivated.

Tired of not having the right attitude. Well, change it, they're going to say. It's a cyclic pattern. Work the day job, come home, feed myself, nap, wait for the spouse, sit, feed again, water the plants, wish for a better life, and then off to bed. Repeat as needed.

Well, change it.

It's easy to say to change what's wrong from the outside. It's easy to give the advice when you're not in the situation. It's easy to talk about it rather than live it.

I know I'm the only one who can change it. I know. I just don't see the use of trying to do so anymore. I want to just sleep and let it be done so I can do something new.