After a passage of inactivity (this is a euphemism to say the least), I am pulling myself out of what has been a lack of inspiration on many levels. I wish not to complain or taint the blog-sphere with negative thoughts but if catharsis happens through acknowledgement, allow me then to confess. I have always aimed to be and see myself as an active and proactive being, constantly on the move, evolving, searching for the better, improved me in every aspect. Gym, work, structure, discipline were values I associated myself with. So where did it all go so wrong?
I feel into a lethargic state of mind and body somewhere between the end of winter and the begging of spring. There's been a lack of synchronicity between myself and nature and it's been getting to me big time. I've been eating too much, overdosing on TV (The Good Wife has been my drug of choice) and sleep. Needless to say I gained a few pounds and lost a great deal of joie de vivre. I feel like those bad pictures of Britney Spears before she went to rehab and had a come back.