My blog stats graph has started to resemble a dying man's ECG monitor. The only thing needed to resuscitate it is a blog post. Frankly, this doesn't qualify as one. Just wanted to put my feelings down somewhere; so here they are.
I am surrounded by every kind of happiness and yet I don't feel so excited. I am looking forward to a lot of things; although I guess I am tired of waiting and want things to happen. For the uninitiated, KK decided to come whole 2 months early, just in time for my baby shower! And I am counting days, which seem to drag by slowly.
I do not lack energy; but the will to do things that I want to do. I know the statement contradicts itself. People know I am paradoxical. Perhaps a little bizarre.
I begin to write something and I cannot push myself to complete it. My enthusiasm to see something till its end comes spiralling down and as a result remains undone. It leaves me feeling utterly frustrated.
Hoping this feeling will soon disappear!
I think the best phrase that can describe my feelings is "I am not in my elements".
(Does this happen during pregnancy? Or am I one of a kind, as always?)
