My mind was so clear yesterday. I was motivated, the future was apparent, my vision was crisp. It instilled such confidence in my direction that I didn’t pay attention to it. Today, I’m completely empty. I don’t feel, I can’t think, nothing is connecting, I’m like a screen letting air pass through. And I’m pretty damn annoyed by it. I catastrophize these days, convinced the clarity is permanently passed and I’ve missed out on the opportunity forever. I doubt, question my motives, my judgment, my pursuits. I chastise my poorly allocated energy, I feel worthless.
But we are not defined by what we produce.