Like a Senegalese counterfeit handbag merchant running down the Arno River, away from the Poliza, I can’t seem to get out of my funk.
You know it’s been a long time since you accessed a website when you can no longer remember your login or password. That happened to me today. On this site. My own website. I couldn’t remember how to login (switched from Firefox to Safari, that explains why I wasn’t automatically logged in). There use to be a time where not a day went by that I didn’t log into this site and read at least several posts by my travel blogging mates.
I didn’t want to give much credit to my job in the Navy as a Mass Communications Specialist for sparking my creativity when it came to writing, but now that I am no longer doing that job, perhaps that is where the credit is due. Working in media, I not only had access to a lot of media (my Nikon D700, Adobe Creative Suite 6, Mac desktop computers), but that work also drove me to want to do more media work during my off time. Also, living overseas certainly helped.
Now I’m back in the states. Although I went to Seattle for a vacation, I hardly snapped a picture with my DSLR, preferring instead to just point and click with my iTouch, add some touches on Instagram (ihartravel if you want to follow me) and publish. I’ve gotten lazy.
I get emails from people asking to guest posts here or post ad links that might pay me. I reply, I follow up, but then I don’t even follow through (my apologies). I still have people writing me asking about Navy life and how they can do my job, but I am so jaded still that I don’t have any kind words, so I don’t reply. I gotta get my head back in the game so to speak. I wrote this status on my Facebook wall today:
“On the planet Earth, there is nobody better than you, and that gives you the confidence to walk around and say, I’m bigger than you, I’m better than you, and the only thing you can hope for is that I’m having a bad night.” -Isiah Thomas quote about Lebron James. I think I am going to use this quote as inspiration in my every day life. There is only one of you and that’s all there will ever be for all of human history.
There will never be another Fidel C. Hart (all my exes reading this and clapping can stop now). A few months ago when I was still doing what I loved for the Navy, I was alive.Now I feel like I’m just living.
In all honesty, I need some encouragement and inspiration. I use to live for this. I felt my soul in this. Now, I’m just here. Maybe I need a Lifestyle Redesign. How do I get my mojo back? Any advice?