exhausted

Some time back i had written a post on traveling light and how i was shrugging off sand. Alas, all the shrugging off didn't really help; and i found myself loading and unloading loads after loads of sand that i had thought i had shrugged off...

I came here last year with 2 suitcases; one very big and one small one. Weekend was spent transferring my worldly possessions and it took 2 rounds to do so. By the end of Sunday, i was exhausted and my muscles were tense from all the cleaning up and sorting out. Without the kind soul who shared the burden and shouldered carrying the luggage... i am not sure how i would have managed to shift such monstrosity without having to call the movers...

Inspiration too it seems has deserted me at this point. The feeling of inadequacy gnaws at times and i feel quite minuscule in the bigger scheme of things. I need to get back to my reading and i need to paint more... there are so many meaningful things to do ; and yet at times i find myself wading through stagnant water...

I reckon the mind is exhausted like the body...