I am a fraud. I have lost all oomph, passion, ambition. I just want to sit on my deck and play games or watch Netflix. The thought of doing anything else makes me think of the deck time I would be missing. Every moment being inside is a moment of bliss I won’t get back. How weird is that? Am I really so scared of the shortness of life that I cannot bear the thought of missing one hour of doing what I want to do by doing what I need to do?
I need to find a balance.