I’ve had a whole global pandemic to write but I could never find the motivation.

I feel like I’ve been in a slump for a very long time and honestly I don’t know what’s going to get me out of it. I’ve slowly started journaling again, just writing down any little thought that comes to mind, but nothing substantial.

Towards the end of this year, I thought things were changing for the better but it was just false hope. It was like I was finally turning on a candle in a dark room, but it was blown out as soon as it was turned on.

I wouldn’t call these things setbacks, but I also wouldn’t consider them something that’s going to propel me further.

While at this moment I’m finding it hard to, I will try to remain hopeful in this upcoming year. I’ll still set my goals (more like just focus on the goals I set last year) and work towards them as best as I can.

I’m really trying to not be so hard on myself but that’s a work in progress.