Utter darkness by 4:30 p.m. is leaving me utterly uninspired.
Coffee, vitamins, meds…it takes all three to have just enough energy to push through each work day.
Outside of the job that I do in order to be compensated with pay, I can muster enough gumption to do maybe one other thing with my free time (usually this means feeding myself).
Then my body tells me to power down.
It’s like I want to go into hibernation for the winter.
I think I might be (d)evolving into a bear.
But at least I’m not a drunk bear, mistaking alcohol for aspiration.
Because let’s be honest — at the end of the day, I am practically leaping through life, compared to how depressed and hungover I was when all that mattered was drink.
So I wouldn’t say I’m “complacent” (ever searching. . .); perhaps, “at peace.”
‘Tis the season.