Maybe...

Maybe I've found my motivation. Maybe it's been here all along, I just sort of forgot what it looked like.
I don't think it has changed all that much...  it may be a little bit dusty at the moment, but I can already see the old familer glow that I've always known and loved.
Now is my chance to grab hold and never let go. I cannot allow
myself to tire and let it wringle from my grasp. I cannot just sit here and as it trickles through my fingers, tickling my wrist as it evaporates and floats in a thick disorienting fog around my head. It's time to break the pattern and get my act together.
I've got this.
At least for now.