It's another beautiful morning. A great morning to go outside for a run. But I still can't seem to muster up the drive. I'll still probably run inside on the treadmill, but running outside has such a different feel to it. Especially on mornings like today, when the sun is shining, but it's still a bit cool, and it's quiet, not too many people up at this hour. But that all seems to 'happy' for me to enjoy right now.
It's been about a week of the blahs. It's not really depression. I've been there before, many times, and this isn't it. But I still don't feel good. Sort of maintaining, just trying to get through the day.
L thinks that due to some situations right now, things at work, and things with my partner, I'm not getting 'fed'. And it's been like that for a while.
We leave for a 2 week vacation at the end of next week and I'm hoping it helps. In the meantime L has suggested that we see each other twice next week.