I felt that way at one time--when I was consistently riding 200 plus miles a week, but then life started getting in the way. In some respects, it was good for me to let go of that neverending quest and arguably rigid routine, but I also miss it, too. I spent some time yesterday looking at my old Bikejournal entries, and it just depressed me. Not only did I ride a lot, I was pretty fast, too. I couldn't ride like that now if I tried--and it was just a couple of years ago.
What's weird is that I feel like it was easier to build my miles when I first started riding than it is now. I don't know what's changed. My motivation maybe? I dunno. I'd like to get my mojo back, but I'm starting to accept that I may never get it back fully or, if I do, it's going to feel and look a little different.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher