Motivation, where does it come from? I am not sure, deadlines, love, hate, and all in between I suppose . Where ever it comes from mine has been hiding this week for sure. When there are so many people in the world in fighting to survive unimaginable difficulties, my troubles diminish into a tiny pinhole. That is except when I am stuck in my own dark place. In my dark place, it is the loneliest, darkest place I have ever been or seen or heard about. And I don’t know how I get there and I don’t know how I get back. But I am back, and here I am caught up with my small task of making a collage a day.