Somebody needs to light a fire under my ass.
No, really. Really and truly and really, someone please come snap me out of this auto-pilot/achieve very little/totally uninspired/not moving doldrums I'm wallowing around in needlessly.
The sun is shining! The wind is rustling the leaves of my blooming lilacs! My new front load washer is whirring away all economical like and the clean clothes are LINE drying for god's sake!
And me? I'm sitting inside, poking at this box and that, desperately trying to find my verve, my mojo, my raison d'etre. (That sentence has to win an award for something. Longest string of stupid words? Sure. Why not.)
Problem is, nothing seems to be moving, going, gaining momentum. Work has me daydreaming, Chou Chou is starting the terrible twos early, the house is not organizing itself and there's a big part of me that just wants to be doing anything but that which I need to.
What in the hell is wrong with me?
What do you do when you're in a funk?