If you'd like to be bored- read this.

The last month or so I have felt like one of those cartoons where the character's feet are moving like they are running really fast but they aren't going anywhere......
Even though I am not really getting out and doing alot, I feel like I'm going going going.
Maybe its the move......
That nagging thought that just won't leave me alone- that there is so much to do in my new place but I'm just not doing it
I almost just want to throw all of the unpacked boxes in a corner and say 'screw it'. If it was really all that important I probably would have unpacked them......
That is the new plan- shove it all in a closet.

 

Heh, that's what I'm trying to convince my mother to do. My parents did a huge renovation five years ago, and there are still a pile of boxes in their garage. By my logic, if you haven't had to even look into the boxes in five years, they must not be important enough to keep, right?

I know how you're feeling though. Lately I've been feeling almost a bit dissociated from myself, and while I must be getting some stuff done it just doesn't feel like I'm making any progress in any direction in my life. Hm.