Rut

It's always nice to get different perspectives to assess one's own dissatisfaction with meh-ness.

I really don't feel the underlying desire to create anything. I don't feeling like selling anything. I don't feel like doing something without end results benefiting my family. I really don't like being alone amongst strangers.

I'm probably lazy and selfish for many of my reasonings, but deviating for the sake of ending a rut doesn't exactly spell progress out of said rut.

I could focus my energy towards stuff for my wife and kids for the sake of being a better father and husband, rather than going through the motions in a cause and effect manner.

I hate making plans. I hate making plans. I hate making plans.

If I say it enough I might find it silly and forget that I hate making plans because I have unreasonable expectations of myself with regards to time.

Doing anything with children is akin to herding cats.

Had a productive Pi-day. J organized the basement without being annoying. Hard to believe its the anniversary of when we got J's engagement ring. Glad we didn't wait a day for the Ides of March doesn't bode well, superficially, at least..