Ever since my short-lived placement ended I've found inspiration a hard thing to come by. I've tried to find it, I've searched high and low, but ultimately I will end up sat in the same position in front of my TV watching the same rubbish I had watched the day before. I can feel my brain fizzing away like a headache tablet at the bottom of a glass of water, soon to just be a fuzzy mist where once something solid lay. I will start doing something but before I know it I give up, telling myself I will do something later instead but that later never happens.
To be fair, my short-lived placement may not have helped with this problem. As much as the experience will have added to my CV, and as much as the wages certainly added to my wardrobe, it was not an inspirational job. I did what I had to, and what I had to do was sacrifice a little bit of my soul for the greater good of the company on a daily basis.
Going from a constantly moving environment to one very stale and formal was a bit of a culture shock for me, and it has taken my motivation some time to recover from it.
I've let myself go a bit, in terms of creativity. I've got fat and lazy and unshaven (metaphorically, of course. Physically I am a beast.) Now is the time to sort that out. Everything changes in the next few weeks. I graduate, I start a Masters and I start a new job. I need to shed the excess idea flab and get back to fighting form. This poorly written blog post is the first steps towards that.
I can't think of a decent way to end it, because it's been a while since I've had to think, so I'll just leave it.
Here.
Done.