A few days ago, I started having this restless feeling, like I needed to go somewhere or do something worthwhile, right now.
I wanted to read the news, but I had already skimmed my news stories for that day, or I wanted to read, but I had already read for about an hour and a half that day, thanks to my bus rides to and from work. The only things left to do were my silly phone games, or watching TV and knitting.
Now, if you know me well, you also know that these are things I really enjoy. But something about it wasn’t tickling my giblets. I felt like I had exhausted all of my sources of entertainment. Nothing felt new, and nothing really excited me. I realized that maybe rather than consuming more, I needed to create more. Or simply get used to the feeling of not being constantly entertained (a battle in and of itself).