After my woe is me previous writeup (here), I thought I would come with something a little more explanatory.
A lot of my struggle with feeling like how I have been lately, has been because I have been boxing myself into spaces that I need to be in for adult reasons, whilst neglecting the things that actually make my heart beat. As much as I am a thinker, I am very much a creative. That comes naturally to me. Everything else takes work, and while I enjoy doing the work, at times I miss the easy flow.
Taking time and pondering is a beautiful thing because it opens your perspective up to things that have always been below the surface but needed time and a quiet place to sift through. I have a lot of time to unpack my laundry and wash and sort and refold and throw some things away. I am making the time. It is confronting and very frustrating at time, but as I said before, I an see the light at the end of the tunnel. Its a distance away but it is visible.