Back to winning

I've been accomplishing and processing so much and all of a sudden, the motivation seems to be gone.

Completely.

I don't want to read or work out or plan or work on projects or even finish the game I was working on. I couldn't even motivate myself to do four loads of laundry four loads of laundry. I was home alone almost all day after work...

What the hell am I doing? I have downsizing and minimizing to complete and things to throw away and donate and clothes to watch and quite a few books to read and here I am online doing god only knows what and...

I looked at my room trash and my trash bag and things littering my desk and I put my computer away and I took the trash downstairs. I put a load of laundry in the machine and started a cycle. I picked up a book and started reading. I decided to donate my small room trash can and put it in a corner. The cycle finished and I started a new after after putting the previous load in the dryer.

There were texts. The responses were delayed. I reflected on my day and my feelings about things. I feel withdrawn. Michael called and I was happy to hear from him. The guys were rowdy on Skype. John and Cedric and Corri and Phil were texting. Roommates left. I keep washing, drying and reading.

I laid out clothes for the next morning. Soon, I got to my stopping point. Almost 3am and here I was with work tomorrow, but I didn't care. As I took out the trash, I thought "I'll be damned if I start all this stuff -- good stuff -- for myself and not finish it this year. I am completing the hell out of stuff this year if it kills me.

Sometimes anger is good motivation.

I'm going back to the winning team.