When the passion dries up and the fire dies. It makes me feel dried up from the inside out. I want to do things, but the passion is fleeting.
But the moment it returns, the moment your belly rumbles again, is good. It’s a reminder that not all is lost, that you should be humble and not take the passion for granted next time, and also take time to breathe and enjoy each moment rather than ruthlessly pressing on and driving yourself into oblivion.
I just felt that rumble in my stomach so I wanted to write about it before I forget.
The drive hasn’t left me. It’s coming back stronger than ever. This time, I must take better care to keep her.