Ever since I picked up a daily, I've been a bit relieved of the pressure of trying to hold up a tower of water with only my bare hands. My car has slowly evolved from a field piece (relatively) to a decent-looking, ok-running pile of parts that puts a grin on my face. It's been taken off of daily duty and left alone in my parking lot, patiently awaiting it's heart transplant, among a great many other things.
With a lot of life happening lately (girls new job, move to another city, possible career change), and a lot of events and space changes coming up soon (a trip to Peru!, possible career change, shop space), I've come to neglect the poor blueberry. A rash of unnecessary car purchases, along with some new pass-times, has kept my attentions and mindsets in a decidedly non-forward direction.
I've picked up a set of wheels that I've always wanted, a set of Enkei 92's, that need a pretty serious refurb. I've got a "new" shortblock for my diesel that needs a quick refresh and a weekend of time. My interior could use some things, the list goes on.
But I just can't be bothered to think about it. I see it everyday, sitting lonely and neglected. Poor little fella, just wants a little love. How does one find their motivation when one remains unmotivated? I see a long road ahead; I even see the finish line. But I'm uncertain as to where my will has gone. I tend to work in short, highly-productive bursts, and those have worked well in the past, but this slow burn is getting to me. I'm more than halfway, probably 75% of the way there, but the home stretch is a doozy.
here's the wheels:
here's the motor:
and here's the car:
C'mon, man. Get it together.
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