I always thought the concept of being in a rut meant you never really do anything outside of work and such, and it’s not a million miles off. I truly believed I had stepped out of my rut by going to yoga on Mondays and walking as much as I can. But unfortunately I think I’m still stuck. I looked up a definition and found the following:
a settled and monotonous routine that is hard to escape
Yoga has become a part of my routine and yet I find myself dreading it each Monday. I attribute this to a number of possibilities:
- My social anxiety (after all, I feel the same sense of dread when going out with friends)
- Being an introvert (being in a work all day, my need to be alone and decompress becomes greater in the evenings
- Laziness! (I’ll be honest, I hate going home from work and then going back out again, I’d rather just go straight)
But could this be part of the rut I thought I’d escaped? I still can’t motivate myself to do certain tasks (updating my blog being one of them). How much harder do I need to push to escape once and for all?