I hate to sound like a spoilt child. But something’s missing. I have no motivation.
I’ve gained weight, and any muscles I used to have… have turned to fat. But I can’t bring myself to exercise. I don’t go in to work with the goal of doing the best I can. All I want to do is sleep. I’ve no motivation to keep in touch with the few friends I’ve made here…
Things are going really well with him. It’s gotten so good, we spent the last four days together and did not have a single argument. Not-a-one. And we had plenty of laughs, and amazing sex (as usual). Of course this is good news… in fact it’s fantastic news.
But if the mistakes I’ve made in my life have taught me anything, it’s that Love isn’t enough – I need to be centred again. But why can’t I motivate myself to get all other areas of my life in order?