Where Has the Motivation Gone?

Since the beginning of the year,  (and even most of the year before that) I have been making a habit of documenting what's been going on in my life. Mostly I have been doing it in some sort of art journal. I began fashioning my thoughts after the Chronicles of Marit with a mixture of Dion Dior until about a month ago when I put the pen and paintbrush down and somehow forgot to pick them back up.

How does that happen? Sure, I have skipped a day or two and come back right away to where I left off, but what makes a person put the book down and never come back? Even now, talking about it, I don't feel the urge to find some paint and catch up. I see the book but there is no draw (no pun intended.) What is keeping me from doing what made me so happy before?

Well, I am not sure where the answer lies to that, but I thought maybe sharing the last page in my book, I might want to continue doing it again. I found these pictures in my camera yesterday when I was doing another project for the Magazine. (Is it strange that an editor for an art magazine has stopped doing her own art?)

So here is the last entry from start to finish:

Black ink on white sketchbook - I created enough vines for the days of the week.

Painting in the background with inexpensive watercolors.

The flower is painted in along with the vines which were used for the daily events.

Here are some others pages I found on the camera:

Well, we shall see if my concern is enough to get back to journaling, but first I have to do the laundry I said I was going to do yesterday.

Is there something that you have put aside and wish you could get back to? What's keeping you from it?