I'm stressed out these days. Mostly because of work, and because I have no energy by the time I get home. Before, I used to have enough energy to write no matter what. But I've been running on fumes for so long, I can't make myself do it often, so my productivity has dropped to a level I'm not happy with.
Plan B isn't working out. I've abandoned my diet, my workout routine, and everything that doesn't have to do with work or sleeping, and that's not the way I want to live for the next few years. It's not inspiring and it's not helping.
I've got a few leads right now, and I'm going to make an effort to change things, so my 28th birthday will be just as happy as my 25th, which was probably the best birthday of my life.
So that's my new goal. By my birthday, I'm going to make a change. I don't want to keep running on fumes, missing all the scenery.