my motivation has flown out the window with the wind.I tried to catch it but was not exactly giving it my all. Content in waking up to not doing anything but avoiding facing the reality that is the big me.I dont know why or when it decided to disengage itself from meor I form it but it did. I want to make up with it but I am kind off enjoying the freedom of not having to find it every morning like that one elusive matching sock. Even the glorious encouragemnt of a warm spring morning is not enoughfor me to want to make the effort.Even the colours of spring and the warm air is not enough to get me up and good to go. Sorry dear motivation , I will make up with you in October.I need my space right now.