am i just making excuses or does life sometimes get in the way?

this is a theme i've been running into quite a few times in the past year or so. i've been trying to make efforts to improve the quality of my life by: going out more, either touching grass or attending community events meeting new people (to try to make new friends) sleeping (a bit) earlier moving my body more et cetera et cetera. you get the gist, right. but sometimes it feels like life gets in…