Often, renewed vigor is not what you need. The kind you have at the end of a decadent trip. A fresh mind and a desire to take on the world.
To me, this dose of momentum actually translates to a strong inclination to kickoff new things, useful and useless.
When what I should be doing, or what is more needed is a redoubled commitment to pick up the thorny, knotty, gnarled threads of everyday life that chip away at attention piece by piece.
I feel like a piece of fertile land, all ready to sprout ideas into mighty oaks. Instead, I want to feel like a sheer granite cliff, at which the pickaxes of everyday tasks rattle rattle rattle away.
All this is to say, I don’t want to do the boring, everyday stuff that’s stuck on some or the other uninteresting thing.
I want to start new things.
I should write about specifics. Otherwise, this is useless.