Sometimes life just becomes that which you sub-consciously dread. You end up focusing on one area of your life and watch the other parts slip through your open fist like sand running off.
Early mornings, late nights, irate clients, short fuses, deadlines to meet, strategies, counter-strategies, wondering if the ladder is against the right wall. These take up all available space in you. Soon you wonder where is that early morning walk, 5 minutes of sitting down with a cup of tea, not heeding the ping of your smartphone announcing the next 'crisis/most important thing/necessary action'.
There is a certain sense of purity in simply letting go, the brain stilled of thought, the joy on your childs face seeing you after a while, the crispness of the air in the middle of trees, the feeling of making something with your own hands that is just lost in our mad rush assisted by the skates of technology.
Perhaps the answer is still within you, submerged in all the layers you throw upon it. Perhaps the answer is simply that 'this too shall pass'
