|From my art journal. I think the weather is getting to me….|
Happens sometimes. Usually in February. I'm just so sick of everything. Sick of work. Sick of the crappy weather. The cold. The snow. The total lack of sun.
It's an odd thing... I'm usually pretty driven. I'm one of those people who is always doing something. Always have a project on the go, often two or three at a time. My schedule is packed. And then it will just hit me like a tonne of bricks. I just don't see the point in doing it anymore. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep until it passes.