Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m in a little bit of a holding pattern.
I mean, everything is good. There’s just not that much going on.
Work is fine. Everything with Joey and me is good. Life is pretty much business as usual.
So why aren’t I completely at peace with that?
I’ve mentioned before how I have problems being content. I’m an achiever, so if I’m not striving toward some goal, I think I feel a little lost. Like I don’t have a direction. I’ve never been very good at coasting.
Which is why (I assume) whenever I get too comfortable with anything, or feel like it’s not that much of a challenge anymore, I get a little restless.
And goodness knows I don’t have much to blog about when I’m overly content. Meaning you guys are the real victims here. (Right, guys?)
Fortunately, I think we’re just in a bit of a slow patch. In the next couple of months, I have a half marathon (my first in over a year!), I might be doing a tough mudder (more on that later), and I’m heading home to Iowa for the Thanksgiving break (could NOT be more excited). Hopefully those adventures will bring about a few interesting stories.
Maybe this is just a seasonal transition. Anyone else feeling a bit stuck-in-a-rut?