Apparently it’s a beautiful 10 degrees outside today, the kind of day when, during my UWO days, scores of students would lay about outside the University Community Centre on the “concrete beach”, baring their lily-white Canadian skin in hopes of getting a little colour. The reason I know it’s 10 degrees is not that I’ve been outside doing a spring clean-up of the yard, but because I just checked the weather network online. I haven’t set a toenail outside in a few days, actually. This morning when I got up, I opened up the front door just enough to stick my head out, deemed it too cold to venture out, and shut it again, retreating to the kitchen in search of waffles.
Lately I just have no ability to concentrate on anything for any length of time. I don’t feel like doing anything. And yet there are so many things to do. Our house is still in disarray due to the various stages of completeness of the renovation projects we’ve undertaken. Our spare room has become a dumping ground for all manner of hodge podge items from around the house. There are dishes to put away, dishes to clean, an office in perpetual need of organization, books to edit, blog posts to write, meals to cook, clothes to put away, and I just can’t seem to find the energy to do any of it.
I’d much rather coze into our bedroom with the curtains drawn and a lamp on, to curl up with a good book. I hope that when the warmer weather comes this has all changed and I’ll be able to focus on getting something done.
Blah.
Indulge yourself! Sounds like you need a bit of that. Once your reserves are built up a bit, I bet the rest follows.
I know that feeling all too well! Burnout. Hope you feel better soon!
I kinda feel like hiding, too. There’s just something jarring about the urge to cocoon when it’s spring: I mean, would you feel weird about doing this same stuff if it was mid-January? Nah. I’m with Kyla: indulge yourself.