Forgive Me, I’m in a Slump

Forgive me, but I’m in a slump. My life is not where I want it to be. There are some personal and professional goals that have gone unmet. Each day that I rise, those unachieved goals meet me head on- slap me in the face even.

I’ve considered ways I can pivot and start anew. It was discussed in my last blog post that I set a goal to work out everyday during the month of July (sans the 31st because I returned to the office that day). I reached that goal and my body, mind and spirit were rewarded in ways I couldn’t have dreamed. Now, nearly four weeks later and my exercise streak has slowed to a snails pace. I’ve only logged in three workouts since August 1.

My mental health is feeling the weight of inactivity and my spirit is suffering. Time hasn’t permitted me to work out with such vigor as I did in July. As previously mentioned, I’m back in the office now….not only working one job, but working two. Seriously, I’m working two jobs. My time is no longer my own as it was in the summer. And I can’t seem to adjust to this new schedule.

I’ve considered rising earlier and getting to the gym by 5:00 am during the week to complete my workouts. This seems doable. But I still have to mull over some details before implementation.

There are other life changes I want to make. I’ve always been an avid reader. Falling in love with books occurs easily. And my “to be read” pile is ever expanding. I must get back to reading regularly. I feel like my brain is turning to applesauce because my time spent with books is nil. If I could carve out 30 minutes a day to read a choice novel, I believe it would benefit tremendously.

The last novel I attempted was The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates. The book is wonderful. But because I’ve been so discombobulated lately, I’ve only made it through 100 pages or so. I will start fresh with the book and begin again. 30 minutes a day. 30 minutes a day.

My list of self-improvements is never ending. Is this what happens as we inch closer and closer to our elderly years? I’m staring 50 in it’s face and the closer I get to that age, the more I reflect on my habits. Y’all let me know if this is normal.