Missing Mojo
I haven’t been very productive lately. My cycling has dwindled, my programming has stalled, and the days drift into each other until weeks pass like the blink of an eye. Where has it all gone?
I used to be a creative person, and I’m sure it’s still all there, somewhere, deep and hiding. But I haven’t felt truly creative in a long time. Used to invent melodies and riffs on the piano, and compose music on the computer. I used to write; now I rant. Why is it all hiding?
Life is a blur, passing quickly. Too quickly. Need to grab the reins, escape this bullet train, find this life I had, escape the dream-state, live this life wide awake.