Why hello, resident clouds of Eugene, please won’t you dump more precipitation more heavily upon my pulchritudinous wings so that I may be too weighted with affliction to have my sporadic flight to discovery today?
This weather makes me want to stay in bed, long to be in the warm embrace of cleverly designed feather stuffed fabric with an endless flow of hot tea.
The key is finding that inner inspiration, lighting that fire of desire in all the aspirations you have to grab hold of the motivation in order to shine on even when the cloud cover is thick. For me it is the understanding of the blessings in my life. Spark, flame, lit, fire, spread.