Still?

I can't believe it. I still can't think of anything to write. Nothing seems important. I still run. I have decided to do a 10k in the early Spring, and a half marathon in the Summer. But I don't know what to say other than I am going to run. I'm massaging. Two new job opportunities have come, one with a spa, the other with a Chiropractor's office. I might take either of them. I might not. I meet cool people that change my life. I buy food storage. I read books. And it all seems kind of non-important in a way. Or at least none of it inspires me to write. I feel like I have lost the muse.