I feel a little bit of a fraud as I sit here crafting a post on motivation. I’m finally on the upswing of what’s been a fortnight of achieving f*ck all and having absolutely zero motivation.
It decided to skip town on me, and Leave me high and dry.
At first I was like:
“GET BACK HERE. I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD LEAVE”
Then after the third day of plonking myself on the couch to watch Sex and the City re-runs, after immediately walking in the door from work, pouring myself a glass of wine and stuffing my face with some exotic squishy CHEESE…