I know I stopped posting. Why? Because I had lost my enthusiasm. How could I be the Enthusiast without it?
I didn't want to run.
I didn't want to work.
I didn't want to edit my thesis.
I was a blob of frustrations and self-deprecating behavior, I was eating McDonald's way too much and not moving at all. I stopped caring.
Without going into psychoanalytical mode, let me just say that I've had problems like this in the past, but I thought that was all behind me. I was wrong. Sometimes, when you're a type A, an overachiever, a "the best" type - you stop thinking about all the good you can do, and focus on all the other things you're not accomplishing. I was stuck thinking about the latter and it was paralyzing me. I had lost my mojo.
I had to find it. (Yes bloggers, I am an Austin Powers fan.)
With Ohio fall proving to be beautiful as always, I used nature to help get me out of my haze. (read: Thoreau) I decided that since all the encouragement from my loved ones (read: Viper) was falling on deaf ears, I had to find my mojo for myself.
Ultimately, it was a whole plethora of events that brought me back to my mojo. Lately I've been feeling that urge, that something, the drive that makes me go and today, my friends, today I found my mojo. Everything just felt right, the nagging voice in the back of my head was gone and I was ready to take on the day will full vigor, with ENTHUSIASM. Today I worked out, ran, ate right, taught the hell out of my classes. Today for the first time in a really long time I feel confident. And it feels damn good.
Moving forward I have two major goals:
1) Finish my damn thesis!
2) Get myself into great shape, I'm getting married in less than a year!
I leave you all with this little gem of Hollywood. :-D