Inertia is a terrible thing.
Not in the scientific sense of the word (although Einstein's quote does hit the nail on the head, "nothing happens until something moves". I'm talking about the type of inertia that can take hold of the mind and body and slow down our pace of life to a predictable passionless routine of habitual humdrum.
And so I decided to kick myself up the bum and start doing stuff.
First up was heading a Masters basketball tournament in Leeds last weekend. More than 300 players, men and women, playing all day Saturday and Sunday. The matches were one thing, but the best craic was the socialising that happened on the Friday and Saturday.
Connecting with people away from home is such a wonderful thing to do. Nothing is predictable.
The chats on the way to the courts, the team talk before matches. And the cheeky glasses of vino after the matches on day one to celebrate the victory of the second game.
Then there's the getting ready to go out, the wonderful Debbie doing my hair and make-up as we sip prosecco, and the brilliant craic at the big dinner event on the second night, where all the teams rock up.
The second result of my personal kick up the backside is that I am heading off to a music festival.
I haven't done this in a few years and although in the past I have bemoaned the fact that I am too old for festivals, I cannot wait.
Myself and a pal are driving south to Kerry to jump head-first into the Killarney Festival of Music & Food Festival.
I thought this one would be ideal for two reasons: the line-up suits my more mature taste in music, and the word 'food' was mentioned.
Among the acts are Duran Duran, Texas and Burt Bacharach. THE Burt Bacharach - the man who co-wrote What the World Needs Now Is Love and The Look of Love.
I am too old for tents and outdoor loos at midnight, so I'll take a nice little room in a nice little hotel for the weekend. I'm too grumpy to be walking for hours to get to the location, so the fact that it is only a short walk from my hotel means I can gently stroll there after my full Irish.
You see I was burned at Glastonbury several years ago. It took forever to actually make my way into the location and even longer to find somewhere to pitch my tent. We gave up eventually and slept in the car that night.
It might rain in Kerry, but I won't care. A cheap plastic poncho and wellies will keep me smiling. As will knowing all the while that I can nip back to my accommodation to dry off, or even have a nap.
Being in my mid-40s is interesting when it comes to deciding to stick to what I know, or try new things. It's easy to sit back and let life just bob along.
But the fun of the basketball last weekend combined with the excitement of a music festival next weekend has brought a level of excitement I haven't felt in a long time.