How can someone begin a new year feeling so unmotivated, so lethargic, so unenthused about life?
Maybe it's just the thought of everything that needs to get done. It's funny how the more you have to do, the less you want to do it.
Is it just me, or is time running shorter and shorter?
I seem to find myself with more to do and less time to get anything done.
Life seem to whizz by me without so much as saying hi. (Except when I was up at Bundaberg with nothing much to do.)
Why is it so hard to get back to the daily grind? Isn't one supposed to enjoy life every single day, even when one isn't on holidays?
Then why am I just looking forward to retirement already?
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