Feeling afloat

I found it hard to think of something to write, and maybe that says a lot in itself. I've always considered myself to be a very self-aware, emotionally open, grounded individual, but I think this exercise might have just proven me wrong. Perhaps I've lost myself a little again; perhaps this was a nudge that I need to be more in tune with my mind and body. The older I get, the more often I find myself in this state of feeling afloat- like I just exist. It's like the moment I find myself, the moment I feel like I have grip, life speeds up again and I'm running, trying to catch up. I'm not even sure if what I'm writing makes sense at all, but a lot of the time nothing makes sense. And that's fine