"One dark night in the middle of the day"

I am feeling particularly uninteresting lately.

I'm not sure why. No one else has said anything about it, but it is just a feeling.

My imagination seems to be hibernating. My conversation feels limited. My confidence is wavering.

Perhaps it is because I am comparing myself to younger, more active people, but if I am it is not consciously.

Perhaps it is spring fever, that feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and both the sunshine and warmer air call you to come out and play, but when you get out there, you can't quite find what it is you want to do.

I think it's possible that it has been too long since I had an adventure.