Off my chest

Life is good, work is good, friends are good, and I am taking care of everything that needs to be taken care of. Just seems that something is missing.

Sitting in my cave of a room which I do from time to time when I do not feel like being social, (which happens more often then not) I try to be inspired. I think of all the things that I want to write and read and the thoughts and ideas that I want to convey, and when I put that pen in my hand (old school I know) down on paper nothing comes out. Drivel and crap come out of the tip of my pen.

I don’t know what it is but as of late I have not had the inspiration and the drive that used to consume me, the insane energy that pushed me through life to try everything to write everything.

Its not just writing it’s my triathlon as well, I am having a hard time motivating myself to go and train.

I am sure things will get better soon.

I feel like a shell that’s insides have rotted away, and is now wandering around trying to find a way to fill itself again.

bob

Finding a place to write

Does anyone have any suggestions? When I was at school it was easy there was an entire campus an entire place that I could just sit down for hours on end and no one would bother me, big open spaces with plenty of people walking around to make you concentrate. Now that I am in the real world I do not know where to go. Starbucks as usual is great but I do not have 5 bucks to throw down every time I want to go write, soon enough I will but not right now. I can’t write in my room there are to many distractions, now that it is getting nicer out I could go into DC and sit at the museums and write but that takes time.

So anyone with any suggestions just let me know. www.ironmanbob@gmail.com