Motivation is inexplicable.
Occasionally, I consider the boxes that I have collected in the attic. I think about sorting and discarding old books, magazines, and business papers. But, those boxes bother no one. Beyond the wish to not burden my daughter with the task at some point in the future, I have yet to find a cogent reason to attack them. Until now...
Lying awake last night, I thought about our blue trash container (for paper, in this ecologically conscious country), which had been emptied that day, and then about our upcoming vacation. Being away, we would generate no trash; the pick-up would find the blue containter empty. That would be a waste of waste space; we would pay for nothing, so to speak.
How could I solve this problem...without staying home and generating trash?
My mind wandered to the space above my head and to boxes filled with paper: books, magazines, and documents that I had not touched for years (some for 20 years) and would probably never need. What better fodder for an empty trash container...even if it meant work!
I had finally found the motivation to attack a long-neglected task. Who would have guessed that a lack of trash could be so stimulating...