It’s one of those weeks. One of those endless spans of days that are either full of events but totally tedious, or packed with free time yet still manages to be unproductive.
Take my current essay, for example; in theory, it’s a romp through Norse mythology and my first foray into a topic my tutor is a world expert in and I want to study for my dissertation, but in practice it’s bleh. I feel stodgy and lethargic and just unmotivated, which are all perfectly normal feelings, they’re just happening at a rather odd time.
This week ought to be one of renewal and energy; I’ve started blogging again, I’ve had more ideas than ever for The Game Shelf, and as summer approaches I’m thinking more and more about my dissertation and internships to occupy myself with for the four months between classes. But now I just feel burned out.
It’s probably months of studying and writing taking their toll, as often happens; and while it may be advantageous to start dramatically amplifying my workload in anticipation of the coming exams, I often have a lull just before easter. There’s no point flogging yourself to climb a mountain if you’ve not made camp in eons.
Sadly, my triumphant return to the world of blogging has been rather hamstrung by this; I don’t feel like writing anything particularly inspiring (if ever I do), and I’m still finding a balance between personal posts and oversharing, and comedic pieces and just taking the piss like a dick.
I’ll get over it the way I get over all of such weeks – playing half-decent PS4 games and eating a load of chips – but it’s somewhat annoying that my optimism and excitement at the start of the week for various projects hasn’t translated to actual work towards those projects.
At least not yet.