Did you realize it has been at least two weeks since I've posted? That it has been over ten days since I went on one of my walks? And, it has been weeks since I last worked on my book? I did. I have inadvertently cycled into an extremely lazy season, and man those drag out longer than an Idaho winter.
I've learned over time that there is not much to be done except to ride it out. Eventually, I get discontent with my slothful contentedness and start giving myself short pep talks. These typically turn in to "shame-on-you!" talks; which are easier, and more satisfying to ignore. When I finally admit skipping one more day might turn in to a lifetime of accomplishing nothing, and waking up old and rotten; I put one leg in front of the other, and walk out the front door. That is what I did today. I started with what took the least mental energy, and made my way up to Cafe Capri. I travelled there through wind, and threat of rain, sipped my coffee, flipped through Barista Magazine, (oh, yes- it exists), and walked home.
Since I've been back; I showered, started laundry, cleaned the cat box, am writing this blog, and will soon head out again to whatever this day has in store.
So, if anyone out there finds themselves similarly averted to productivity, my advice to you is to start small; put one foot in front of the other; over and over again, until you find yourself back on track.