Recently, for me, it's been a struggle writing. Not just writing though, it has been a struggle for me to do anything. I've been lazy and during the time of my laziness, I developed a nonchalant attitude towards almost everything that should really matter.
'What could this be?'
At first when it started with me not being able to put together something to write here, I thought it was the normal writer's block most writers have but it happened to be more than just that. I still thought to myself,
'What could this be?'
Could this be me giving up or could it be that I became too comfortable?
But how could I have been too comfortable? Why would I ever want to give up when I'm yet to finish what I started? I opted in to this. I know I signed up for this, willingly. There was no gun to my head then and there's definitely no gun to my head now.
Or could it be I was distracted? Could it be? No. It can't be. It couldn't have been.
Wait, let me think...
... ...
A-ha! It is him. No, not the devil. Not an angel either, at least not to you. To me, he walks around with a halo seen only by my eyes. He is a man. Flesh, blood and bones. He is my man. The one I love and in whom I am well pleased. He came into my life and made me relax. He makes me feel on top of the world.
This is a good thing. He meant it to be a good thing but I capitalised on that. I relaxed and got too relaxed. So yeah, now I know what it is. It is comfort. I got too comfortable and it took its toll on me. I still want to feel relaxed and all but right now is a time to sit up and be productive with the resources available to me. I know this will take a while but the good news is that I'm ready to go an extra mile just be back on my feet.
I'm glad I could put this down. This is the first step in the right direction that I should go...
I hope it works out ...