The first three weeks of this were great. Plenty of time to write and think about my place in the world, now that social obligations seem to have had disappeared. So much more reading. So much more time to exercise. But now something else is taking over.

The first three weeks of this were great. Plenty of time to write and think about my place in the world, now that social obligations seem to have had disappeared. So much more reading. So much more time to exercise.

But now something else is taking over. Weeks of the same house, the same weekend. Over and over. Now I’m feeling a bit like I’m ready for this to end. I'm feeling tired. The motivation I’ve known is falling away, and small things are beginning to feel difficult. I don’t have the outside world giving me energy, keeping me active. It’s all self driven.

I’m ready to go out to a concert. I’m ready to go to a party and talk to someone new. Someone I haven’t seen for months! Someone new! A beer in the pub. Going to the footy and feeling the energy of thousands of people all excited and engaged.

Winter is going to be hard if the restrictions stay. Leaving the house will be less enticing, and exercise will be more difficult. At least until now I’ve had a nice autumn day to go out and have a walk in.

So I’m ready to go back to the way it was. I’ve learnt a lot about myself. And I’ve learnt the outside world is a source of energy for even the most introverted of us.