I can’t seem to escape it.

I swear no matter what I do I am still trapped.

You ever get that feeling that everything you do isn’t worth anything?

No matter how much you create or do or make, it’s never good enough.

All those years slipping by and you haven’t accomplished much and you wonder what the eff are you doing with your life.

I hate these posts. They make me feel useless, and yet, I feel compelled to write them anyway.

All I can hope, as I always do when this happens, is that this will pass and I will be back to some semblance of normal - whatever that means now.

You know what? Let’s try to turn this funk around…

Here’s a list of things I feel good about even in the middle of this funk:

• hammock chair - needs a drink holder

• YouTube videos - travelers, foodies, makers, gamers, tryers, reacters

• my ukuleles - still waiting for my birthday present

• the beauty of where I live - so many mountains but I still miss the ocean

I guess I could add more but these were the first things that came to mind.

I know that this is a first world problem. I have a job. I have money. I have a roof. I have many things. My life is good. I shouldn’t be complaining but at the same time I shouldn’t downplay my mental health either.

I don’t know if I feel better after writing this but it’s done and I will go back to my day of teaching Japanese kids English and drinking copious amounts of coffee so I can make it to 4 p.m.