July 22nd 2021
Today I’m in the midst of what one might describe as a rut. One might say I’m almost permanently in a rut. One might wonder why one is suddenly writing as if the Queen were reading this.
Just in case.
I’m not really cooking or cleaning or shaving or running or doing anything much really. Kinda just cba. The only thing I’m really doing with any vigour is working, and even that’s losing purpose.
I am filled with boundless demotivation. I am in a rut.
Am I not running because I am depressed? Or am I depressed because I am not running? That is the question.
Or can I just not be arsed? More likely.
Until tomorrow, one is in the midst of one’s rut.