Does anyone know where my motivation is hiding?

This morning I wake to a very dreary Tuesday, complete with rain and cold weather.  I am searching for my motivation and can't seem to find where it is lurking...  I know I had it yesterday.  I also know where I put it  last night before going to bed.  Alas, this morning, I wake to find that it has fled.  Oh well.  I know that in two hours time it will find me and I will start my day.  A day filled with highlights and a trip to Hobby Lobby. 

I was abducted last night by my mother and forced to go to the mall to turn in presents for the giving tree (a program where you buy presents for children that won't get any for Christmas).  Needless to say, she barely gave me time to put on shoes before she was dragging me out of my house.  So here I am, looking like a hobo in the middle of the mall, whilst my mother is looking her best.  We deliver the gifts and then trek to J.C. Penney's to exchange some perfume.  Now this is when I want to cringe.  The perfume I usually wear has been altered into a sugary, fruity, sweet concoction and I am not pleased.  I can't seem to adapt and want my clean smell back!!! No luck there.  We wander around spraying bottles and I am half tempted to buy the men's cologne because its the only scent I have found that resembles anything clean without traces of fruit.  Then, at the very end of my hunt, when all hope is lost, I find a fragrance called Acqua di Gioia.  It's not bad at all.  So, when I actually remember to wear the stuff, I'll be able to tolerate myself.

I think I want to be a more well rounded individual.  I think that in order to do this, I am going to have to lay down the Nora Roberts and Lynsay Sands books, and actually pick up a book with substance.  Something that doesn't just fluff around in my brain.  I am a reader; reading to escape the everyday mundane life and jump into something exciting. I read historical romance because it transports me to a time that wasn't easy.  They didn't have technology, telephones, Wal-Mart.  They made their own clothing, visited friends with calling cards they wanted to speak to, and went to the little shops along the street.  I feel like I am transported back in time and I love this feeling.  I want to learn how to do all of the old tricks of the trade and not depend on running down to Wal-Mart to get it.  I am fully aware that I just rationalized why reading romance novels is justifiable, judge me if you want (Erica).

This summer I learned to can pickles and tomatoes and it was a lot more complex than I originally thought.  (My gran liked to kill me because I put a bunch of garlic in my pickles and she said I was sure to ruin them hehe I love garlic!!!)  I learned to crochet last fall and can make hats and scarves and mastered little flowers last week.  I know how to sew; I learned when I was a child, but am definitely a little rusty.

My mom is quite close to a naturalist.  She makes her own soap, starts plants from seed, grows an entire garden, and recycles almost everything.  Paper bags? She uses them to drain grease off of bacon.  Egg shells and coffee grounds? Compost. (She would have her own farm animals, but she lives in the city and her brother, my uncle, is the code enforcement officer and would be sure to issue a ticket).  I want to learn from her.  I want to be shown when is the right season to plant certain veggies, what is a natural remedy for headaches.  This stuff I find fascinating.

Off to make some vanilla caramel tea and attempt some yoga!