I think it’s time to admit that I’m a bit… flat this week. Not down, precisely; my mood is okay, but flat. It’s kind of hard to describe. I’m normally pretty upbeat; I think my default state is generally sort of pleased with things. It’s nice. It’s not always easy to understand or deal with people whose default state is displeased with things, but I’d rather be me than them.
So I’m not feeling low, I’m not depressed, I’m not sad. I’m just not up, which is a bit abnormal. It’s hard to push yourself when you’re feeling flat, though. When you’re sad or pissed off that’s actually kind of motivating. Not feeling much of anything just kind of leaves you, well, not driven.
I’ve just spent the last few minutes dithering on the Internet — time to revisit some old motivational stuff, I guess — I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. No matter where you go, there you are. Hm. That actually helped a bit.