I have been unmotivated. I know school will start soon but I don’t feel all that enthused. Nothing is really holding my attention. Not a TV show, a movie or book. Matter of fact the last book I read was the twelfth book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, “Deadlocked” by Charlaine Harris. After reading reviews for the last two books in the series, I couldn’t devote any more time to this series. I understand the author has the choice to write a story however she sees fit. I understand that she created these characters. I don’t understand the context of the last two books. They don’t fit the rest of books in the series. Sighs…I digress. Where was I? Oh right, unmotivated. Well I was motivated about getting back in school. I was excited about the writing I would be doing. Once I got in school, my focus was on academic writing. I would love to find an avenue to challenge, channel my creative nature. Moments like these make me question if I have a passion for poetry at all. I loathes those who question my choice of major. I know exactly what I am doing. You know what even if I didn’t I know I am old enough to live with my decision anyway. As long as I can remember, I have been excited about words. I found solace in books. I had adventures at the library. My library card was my passport. I want to rekindle those embers. I wonder what happened to the flame. The search begins.