It occurs to me this afternoon that I am waiting.
I do my work stuff, waiting for my work day to be over so I can go home.
I wait for the evening to be over so the kids will go to bed and I can relax and watch TV.
I wait for the TV show or movie to be over so I can go to bed.
I wait to fall asleep so I can get up and go to work.
Gawd, how depressing is THAT? I didn't even notice I was doing it, but there it is. I suspect that I'm not particularly looking forward to anything in the near future, and I'm becoming a very dreary person.
I guess early March is a good time to screw up your mojo, pull yourself together and remember to take part. Ready, set, GO!