There’s gotta be something right?
Something that can help me over the hump?
Just a little pick-me-up?
Because I admit it. I am motivationless.
Laundry? Still unfolded.
Cat hair? Still unswept.
Hair? Still unstyled.
Mascara? Still raccoonesque.
Garden? Still amok running.
I made a HUGE tactical mistake a couple weeks ago. Huge. Massive. We’re talking Def-Con 4 conditions.
I started watching HGTV again.
I’d cut back. I had learned my limits. I was doing much better sticking with Bones re-runs and an occasional sporting event. I could handle those. Nothing there played into my neuroses. (Although I do get a little annoyed at the portrayal of MD medical examiners in skin-tight ruched dresses and stilettos heels. I can’t even go to nightclubs dressed that way, and this woman is using a rib-spreader?) I was ok. I was functioning.
And then…oh, it started innocently enough. Just recording the new Candice Olson show. That’s all. Then a little “Househunters International.”
I should have known better. I should have thought of my family.
Now I’m fully hooked again. Right back where I was before. Drooling over fixtures and finishes, stylish storage solutions and crown molding.
But no I have no time, no energy, not one single spare minute for tiling, painting, lighting or…let’s be honest…even cleaning.
So I need something. A little something. Something that’ll give me the motivation I need to wax the driveway and wall-paper the cats. I just need a little push so I can find the necessary impulse to carry on with my quest for unchipped dishes and unstained placemats.
Answer me this: If alcohol is liquid courage, what’s liquid motivation?
And don’t tell me more coffee. That doesn’t give me motivation, it gives me tachycardia.
The answers out there. Somewhere. I just know it.
If only I had the motivation to find it.