It is interesting how a slight shift in one's life, or thought processes, can alter the course of your momentum. A few days ago I couldn't wait to continue hammering out the latest project, and even though the frame has arrived, I really don't care anymore. My motivation has been sucked dry. Parts lie in random locations, collecting dust. A wheel with little or no tension hangs in the stand, looking nearly as forlorn as it should.
Presently, I would rather curl up with a book than write one, rather watch a video than star in one, rather drink single-malt at the bike shop than actually build a bike.
It is curable; I know this. Time is the prescription, though a healthy dose of warmth wouldn't hurt.
And I'm still not smoking! Fifteen days!
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3 comments:
awwww...
perhaps time....and perhaps lots of brunch and snow, and no matter, so long as you're rollin'.
very nice 'billboard' picture
That's part of the problem, my Pi; no brunch, no snow, no Pi.
Nice, stick to that shit, man! (The steady diet of cold turkey, I mean.)
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