So what is it, this dull and sluggish time?
I feel I am an unnavigable river…silted up, trickling slowly through the weeds and the mud.
The wind has gone out of my sails.
I am learning, slowly, to manage these times. I have been shown how to use a boat to stay afloat.
I need more practise with the oars…
……….even so, I do not drown. Or sink as far as I might have done in the past.
But oh, how I hate it.
How I deride myself for wasting such a good life.
I beat myself up…SHOULD learn faster, SHOULD try harder, SHOULD….
… I don’t know what is possible?
I need a bigger engine.
I dream of a fierce current to wash me out of this complacent puddle, this wallowing in self pity.
Send me a strong wind…
….. before my brain forgets how to fly.
…sorry…rather awkward analogies. Or is it mixed metaphores? Or simply a messy brain…