I heard once that when you're trying to find something, the best way to do so is to stop looking for it. As of late, I have found myself trying to find things about me that have gone dormant. My sense of humor. The flow of words from my fingers on the keyboard. As I have finally come to feel rested, at long last, I have been frustrated by all I seem to have lost. It finally hit me this weekend, when I gave myself the opportunity to not do anything productive, where it all went. It's still there, just expressing itself in different ways. It was Sunday, actually, when it occurred to me that I was bored. I wanted something to do, and was actively seeking out things to occupy my time. Remember that exhaustion I described? It seems I'm finally beyond it.
Next step, just putting one foot in front of the other and getting going. If only I could remember how to walk.