I apologize for my hiatus in writing, but I have been an unhappy bear the past few weeks. I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with me, but I'm not satisfied. I would go so far as to say I'm bored with my life which seems crazy to me because my calendar has been full for quite awhile now.
Maybe it's the monotony of work and the fact that summer has officially ended and the first cold snap has settled on us, but I want to do something different. I need to shake something up or I'm going to be in a permanent slump until spring.
Maybe it's because I'm not writing.
or not drinking.
Or is it the thing I don't want to say out loud?
I feel a need to get rowdy. To travel somewhere alone. To dare and eat a peach before I have to wear my trousers rolled. To "vita abundantior" while I still can.
I feel suffocated, and I desperately need to rip this plastic bag of discontentment free from my face. So forgive me for not posting, but I didn't want to burden you with my Debbie Downerisms.