Motivation

I feel a way that I’ve never felt before. I have a husband, a baby, a degree, and an awesome job. If you think of Steven R. Covey’s categories of urgent and important, urgent and not important, not urgent and important, not urgent and not important, I basically don’t have anything in the urgent and important category. I’m not rushing to get assignments in on time or anything. I feel like I’ve “arrived” and I’m having a hard time motivating myself to do good things. I’ve got good things I want to do. I have plenty of grand plans. I want to do ballet. I want to help people in poverty. I want to get a world class liberal arts education.