Hear same alarm. Wear same shoes. Attend same gym. Walk same way. See same people. Pass same walls. Eat same lunch.
See same pictures.
Post same pictures.
Feel same anxiety.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? What’s the point of posting photos of food to Instagram? What’s the point of blogging? What will I be doing next year? When will I feel like I’ve really achieved something? Why am I not doing more? What can I be doing to help the world? Why am I not more creative? Ambitious? Determined?
Ride same subway. Eat same dinner. Watch same show. Eat same snack. Sleep same time.
Feeling like a hamster on a wheel.
Not every day.
Not every hour.
In fleeting moments.
Waiting for this uninspired feeling to ebb away; for the energy to flow back in.
This was a very stream of consciousness, minimally edited post. I’ve just been going through a lull where I feel like I’m doing the same thing over and over. I feel uneasy. I keep thinking of the quote, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” I’m not sure if I’m actually crazy, if I’m overthinking things, if I’m just young, or if I just need to get over myself and snap out of it…
But usually writing helps.