I have caught the bug.

I am back.

I am enthusiastic,

motivated,

energetic,

positively champing at the bit to get my life organised,

to achieve,

to be adventurous.

After months of apathy and sluggishness,

***BAM***

I am inspired.

So what brought on this adrenalin surge?

A small thing really.

A really small thing.

A small, mobile, hairy thing.

A carpet beetle.

Or beetles.

Or more specifically, larvae.

(wanderinweeta.blogspot.com)

Might I say there is nothing like a vacumning knitter finding a teensy weensy hairy little beetle that eats yarn

to kick in that survival "fight or flight" reflex.

So I find myself dealing with the little critters,

checking the yarn stash.

cleaning, cleaning, cleaning,
washing, washing, washing,
vacumning, vacumning, vacumning,
more washing,

throwing out doses of cedar and lavendar (and I will admit a good spray of Mortein Fast Knockdown
when it is warranted) as I go,
extending to cleaning out-
the kids' toys, books, our clothes, the pantry...

Spring cleaning areas in the house untouched by civilisation since the Industrial Revolution...

jumping feet first into the "want to do" list

that I have ignored for a year or two...

planning what I am going to get done...

Who'd have thought that such a small, hairy critter
could delivery such a big kick up my butt?

I'm fired up.

And it feels good.

(weheartit.com)

(Nb It probably only feels this good because my yarn stash seems to be pretty much intact)