Motivation Station . . .

Is definitely a closed train depot at my house. Maybe not so much closed indefinitely, but down for repairs. I went to see "The Nutcracker" with my daughter tonight because A) she'd never seen the actual ballet, just the Barbie version of it, B) it's a great Christmas tradition and C) it's my favorite ballet in to watch in the world. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a ballerina, but, well, that meant I had to work at it and I was a pretty lazy kid when it came to most sports and any athleticism. I spent most of my life, wishing I had the guts to at least try it out and see if I liked it. But I didn't. So now I watch the dancers in awe, wishing I had the motivation, desire and drive to want to do something that bad and it got me thinking. There aren't many things I've done in my life that bring out that inspiring drive in me. Just two very simple things: baking and writing. A very odd combination, but apparently for me, it works.