I'm hit n miss. Motivated on car shit all day almost every day. Problem is THEY AIN'T MY CARS! What invariably happens is I've had enough and the shoemaker's shoes remain with holes in the soles. Now n then I motivate myself self to politely say "Fuck all y'all" and spend a day or 3 on my own. Then the bills hit that fuckin mailbox outside again! I can't figger out if I'm a rodent on a hamster wheel or a mushroom (kept in the dark and fed shit!). At least I never get lost, everyone tells me where to go. Wazzat an answer Bob?