Dateline 9-1-2017

Last week I felt I was doing a lot better with my Daily Breaker posts. Not only did I feel that these writings act as a daily update as to what I am up to but I felt I was getting into a good groove of exploring my thoughts to where I was breaking away from the journal/diary entry format that I default to when I feel low energy or less inspired.

This week, I've been struggling to tap into that energy that allowed me to write so freely and struggling harder to figure out why my motivation seemed to have dropped so rapidly. Then I had a "duh" moment the other day when I realized that my ability to focus enough to maintain a level of enthusiasm long enough to explore more interesting topic went into rapid decline the moment that the weather went from bad (AKA overcast, cold, my ideal climate) to what others seem to desire (AKA sunny, hot, humid, my nightmare) and I haven't been able to function all that well ever since.

I think the thing that made me so slow to make this connection is the fact that it's been hot for months and though the summer heat does slow me down, it's this new humidity aspect added with the heat that makes it extra hard for me to function, keeping in mind that I spend the hottest part of my day in a windowless garage with horrible air circulation.

With a dry heat, I can usually sit at my computer with a fan on my face creating a tolerable work environment but when it comes to humidity, I end up drenched in sweat and uncomfortable no matter how I configure my fans. It's this discomfort that zaps my mind of inspiration.

Hopefully, with fall just around the corner, the sweater weather will stabilize for a handful of months and make me a happy camper. This prospect is exciting to me because this will be the first winter I will experience since getting past the debilitating blues that caused me to move away from Seattle. Granted, I still have my ups and downs but they've finally stabilized to where I'm back to feeling changed but still somewhat normal.

I feel that I needed to add that little "changed" note because if you knew me back in the past, you may be able to recognize my face but you might not recognize my mind because I'm no longer the giggling barrel of laugh that society managed to kill, but that's a post for another day.

Oh well, maybe now that I know the cause, I can figure out a strategy to work through it. We'll see what I manage to pull off when I check in again tomorrow.

Talk to you then,

The Wicker Breaker