The calm of the arid desert.

It's been over a week since my last post, and lately I've just been uninspired. Usually I can tell if it's the uncertain calm before the storm, but today it feels more like a desert. Lifeless, awkward, penetrating and uninspiring.

I'm just going through a dry spell with things lately. This weekend I decided to let go of something really major in my life. Things I have desperately tried to keep alive wither without warning. Things I have tended and invested so much in end up not having any root at all, and dry up without apology. And I am left standing there, wondering what I did wrong.

I fear I just might be planting new seeds into the lifeless desert that is my life, starting up new things without any root or purpose. There are some things which feel like I have toiled so much in, all in vain. I don't feel like starting some things for fear that they might whither away again.

"Things will turn out," Erin says. I need to believe her.

Sorry to be so cryptic and symbolic. I don't feel like spelling things out as of late.

I just hope this is not resignation.