I must have some form of SAD or something. I have no gumption, no drive, no ambition whatsoever. I can’t think of anything interesting to post today, I’m not particularly looking forward to teaching my yoga classes this afternoon, and I’m not even moved by the fact that sitting right in front of me are dishes to be done and laundry to be put away.
I’ve got another YNG weekend coming up tomorrow night, and I’m trying desperately to work up some enthusiasm for that.
I’m going to force myself to get some things I’ve been procrastinating about done this evening while I’m babysitting the lab: I have some grades I need to enter into my computer (and, no doubt, some progress reports to fill out); I want to put together another GSA meeting for next week, so I’ll want to plan for that; I have been working on a special topics course in Film as Literature that I want to put together a syllabus and proposal for; and I want to plan out the rest of the semester for both of my classes. I can probably knock most of that off in the two hours I’ll be sitting around – that is, if I can keep myself from blowing it all off and blog surfing for those two hours.
I’m really hoping that I pull out of this slump sometime soon. I’m starting to really get sick of not giving a damn about anything.
February sucks.
Who exactly is “moved” by dirty clothes and dishes? I’d be worried about you if you were.
When life gets like this I work on a rewards system. High front end rewards for low accomplishment tasks. Somehow it gets the motor running and slowly things occur. “I will get myself the largest hot chocolate allowed by law and I will drink it while I pay my bills online.” “I will put my laundry in the washer and lay on the couch watching my favorite guilty pleasure movie while it washes. I will only get up to put my clothes in the dryer.” That sort of thing.
You have the D&S Book Club to look forward to on Sunday night.
I hear you on the February Blahs. I am the same way. I was just sitting here thinking, “I really ought to grade that last assignment.” But, meh.
Sorry your blue, Chili. Maybe you can ask Mr. Chili to take you to Bermuda for the weekend sometime in the next couple of weeks?
Cheer up chili. Spring thaw is just around the corner.
Dr. B
be your authentic self. YNG is a safe place to be (should be!) and you should be free to be happy or sad there. Push through some vinyasas and you will begin to feel better— you know that surya namaskara is best when there is no sun in sight.
I hear you. I am not convinced I cannot just turn off for a few weeks and let the world go to hell, but I I have enough drive not to let it and just keep plodding along. Can I drag your ass out tomorrow and go do something outrageous? Maybe we’ll beat back the February blahs with chocolate.
Yep. Me too. NE weather and midwestern weather can quit us anytime.
It is that time of year. We all have had to share far too many germ pools with far too many people.
Here at home, we have opened the windows on the days that we could. The daylight saving time will happen soon and that might help.
I think this is what was called the doldrums. Having been a sailor for a time, I know the difference, but it feels the same.
In the church, it is Lent, the time of waiting. So, we wait, for time to walk outdoors, for time to go out and not freeze our lungs, for the time when Spring starts to happen in New England.
For now, dear mrschili, this is still the time to hibernate. Do it. Cozy up, wear your jammies, read fun things or watch some fun movies with the peeps, make that good yummy winter food. Change will come, and soon. Orion is heading for New Zealand. Sometime, I hope, you will go see him there.
Maybe some of this comes from physical ailments? Do you still have that cold? Is your back still bothering you? Perhaps those things are the root of the problem…
I DO still have the cold (dammit!) but my back is better. No, Falcon, this is my annual bout with “I fucking hate winter in New England.” I’ll get over it when the temperature starts getting above 40 degrees on a consistent basis….
Hey, butch up!