It has been a crazy-busy past few weeks for me at work. This morning the motivation to go to work was completely non-existent. Now, some would say that this lack of motivation exists within them all the time. While I do not consider myself to be in that category, I must admit, that lately I have had that feeling more often then not. That notion, however, usually lasts only for a moment then my logical brain kicks in and I scurry off to be a productive, contributing member of society.
Last night we got dumped on - finally a big snow fall and I have no chance of taking the day off. It is a very sad day indeed. The longer I spent brushing off my car while simultaneously throwing snow balls at the dogs (and running around like a lunatic with them in my back yard) the harder it was for me to actually get into my car and (force myself to) head to work. How badly I wanted to take a snow day and go skiing. To no avail, my impending deadlines are looming overhead. Being a responsible adult has overthrown the adolescent desires of playing all day in this beautiful snow. Such is life. My skis shall remain in my gear closet wondering why I have neglected them for almost this entire season. My mind will feel sad for my neglected skis but more sad for myself who won't have the opportunity to take some runs today. My body will be here, at work, being productive and dutifully meeting my deadlines and goals. What has happened to me?