Restless

I've been feeling rather restless lately. I feel like pacing at times even, and I'm not exactly sure why. And I keep having all these urges to do things. I keep having the urge to write, and yet I can think of nothing to write of. I have the urge to reread the Chronicles of Narnia, yet I keep putting it off. Many thoughts in my head there are, and the cacophany is annoying. At times like this, it makes me wish that there were non-catholic monkeries. Sometimes I wish I could be a monk. Living a simple life alone with God seems to me a truly wonderful existence. Mayhaps someday I shall create the very first ordinary christian monastary, but somehow I doubt that. I get many good ideas, but I'm not very good at implementing them.