Have you ever felt like you had your life figured out?

You were doing everything productive, crossing all the items off your to-do lists and then something happens. You fall sick or you go on a trip and that just ruins the rhythm you’ve built. You can no longer get up at 5am to start your day. Picking up a book feels like work and writing seems too mundane a thing to do.

I guess I’m not alone then.

Have you tried anything to get out the rot? Did your discipline just die out or did it stroll away on a hot Sunday afternoon without your knowledge? I wish I could answer that but I am also lost and still figuring it out.