Motivation... Where For Art Thou?

I've been searching, but have yet to find it this last day of January.

It's interesting, really, in a study-of-human-nature-and-consistency kind of way.  I start out the year very motivated, focused and energized only to be derailed by an event, a project or people.  

 

Now, what do I do to get back that zeal I had January 1st?

Oh, if I could only answer that question!  The answer eludes me after having lost my forward momentum around mid-month with my trip to the ER.  A hospitalization will stop your progress in it's tracks if you allow it, which I did [hangs head in abject horror].

The only solid thing I have come to - an arrival at which is leaving my head reverberating with the echo of my mother's voice, which haunts me in my rare emotionally down moments - is the clear, concise, all-encompassing advice to, "Stop standing still, pull yourself up by your bootstraps and get on with it."  I freely admit that my mother was often right about life approaches, this particular advice included.  Her point, of course, is that if you allow your situation to paralyze you, there is no chance that you will have victory over it.  But if you put on your big-girl panties (or big-boy unders, if that is the case), inhale deeply and step out, each subsequent step will become easier and eventually , inevitably your momentum will return.

Boots on & pulled up - ready to move forward.