Clearly defined goals
In absence of clearly defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia.
I find this so true at the moment. Randomly surfing the internet for hours at a time in the evenings with no real purpose.
For a long while I have had a goal. Do IM Lanzarote again. But it quickly began to grate on me and became an annoyance, a chore, rather than fun. The first time I aimed for Lanzarote it was fun. A goal. A challenge. So I want something like that again. But what.
I’ve thought about a lot of things: A long swim, a long run, another ironman, some other endurance event. But none of them appeals for long.
I want a dream. I want something to aspire me, to get me out of bed in the morning, to give me a passion, a vibrancy… I have a will to do something extra-ordinary that will challenge me more than I can imagine. But everything I look at just seems grey and ordinary. Occasionally I will see a sparkle (a 14k swim, a 50 mile run or whatever) but the clouds go across and the ordinariness returns.