I've been at a loss. A loss of thoughts, a loss of words, a loss of direction, a loss for prayer. In a fog. I've been here before. Many times over the years. When the fog clears it is as though time has passed and I need to try to remember where I was, what I did, what created the fog. Not that I wasn't present. Not that I don't have any recollection. It's a phase where I feel disconnected to anything I feel passionate about. When the fog clears, I feel an urgent need to make up for the time wasted. I should have done this, I wish I'd done that. It's not depression, it's not laziness, it's just a kind of void where I feel neither happy or sad, neither empty or full, just kind of blank. And eventually it passes and my excitement for things I love to do returns.