I have motivation issues.  I always have.  It is much easier to watch the world burn than to save it.

The massive branches of choice that I’ve been given is overwhelming, and I’d much rather sit than to participate in choosing one path over another.  I’ve heard that refusing to choose is a choice itself, but it doesn’t feel that way.

I need to get up.  I need to get up before I’m completely alone.

I will get up.

…now.