Spring: For Rebirth

I am consistently inspired, yet incredibly lazy. I just watched Coco Before Chanel with my mother (though she was asleep) and felt inspired to... do something.

But what? I want to feel passion for the profession I'm going to school for, but I can't seem to. I can't even really get involved in the imaginary future it will give me. I can't bring myself to care.

So I tell myself I really just want to write, but I haven't written anything in years and I doubt that I will any time soon. Yes, I do blog, occasionally, but writing fiction is scarier and more difficult than complaining about my dull life.

I ask myself, WWADD?, and there are no obvious answers. I will finish school because I don't really have much else to do.

I just feel a bit empty right now, but my yearning is not powerful. It's the 2nd of March, a time for rebirth, yet apathy reigns.