I have a confession to make…I’m lost. My brain feels like it’s on the fritz most days, and I’m having trouble focusing. I know I’m not where I want to be, but I’m not sure how to get there. There are days when I share and share, but I feel like no one’s listening anymore, and honestly, I can’t blame them. I’ve lost touch with so many people who I used to talk to every day. I’ve lost touch with myself too, and I’m trying to get that back. I’m trying to get back to taking good care of myself and working on self-love. I’m even going to therapy and dealing with my bigger life issues. And yet, there are times when I feel like I’m floating on the open sea, completely and utterly alone. I love to write, but as I was putting together my blogoversary post last week, I realized that this blog hasn’t done that well in the past year. I had to go out of my top 10 posts to find the most viewed one from this year, and comments have significantly decreased.
I want so many things to be different. I promised myself that this year I would be better at taking action and following through, and already I’m faltering, procrastinating, letting things be. For most of my life, I have prided myself on being a good friend, but for the past few months, I’ve definitely been slacking off. It takes forever for me to call people back. I mean to reach out and reconnect with people who have drifted away, but I don’t. A lot of those people I feel disconnected from are fellow bloggers (you know who you are). Yeah, part of it is that I spend most of my days at work with my nose in Excel spreadsheets instead of on social media, but it’s also because I’ve been subconsciously pulling away.
I believe in the importance of honesty, openness and authenticity, especially here…but, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I haven’t been telling you that I am so incredibly frustrated with myself. That I feel like there are two halves of my brain: the ambitious, motivated side, and the let’s stay comfortable, spazzy side. I’m not sleeping well…or I am sleeping well and I still feel utterly exhausted. I don’t know why. I’ve been slowly retreating into myself without even noticing, and that’s not the kind of life I want to live. When I’m old, I want to be able to look back on my life and feel like I’ve lived it to the fullest. I don’t feel that way now. This isn’t me looking for sympathy. I’ve got a great life and plenty of people who love me. There are so many people and things for which I’m thankful. This is me being honest with you and with myself. It’s me apologizing for not being myself. It’s me sending up a flare and saying I don’t want to be lost anymore.
What do you do when you feel lost?










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