What's next, after the motivation is gone?

So whither the goddess yarn artist within me?  Today, I'm trying to pack for a weekend away with family and friends.  Needless to say, this is an occasion for glorious yarn arts.  While throwing some running clothes and flannel shirts into my overnight bag, I start to mull over what crochet or knit project I'll bring along.  All I can think, unfortunately, is yuck, yuck, yuck.  All of my active projects are feeling roughshod, failed, or just not worth the effort.  I'm looking at a pile of yarn that cost a bundle, I've already thrown a lot of sweat equity this way, and I can't bear the results.  Ugh.
This is what I've got it narrowed down to: Shall I bring my partially finished chick-motif mitten?  Not really, since I'm realizing that my yarn work on the pattern is too tight and slightly off-center.

That's so cute! Will it fit?

 OK, then how about the granny square remnant that I'm converting into a skirt or dress or cape?  Well, since the weight of yarn is hideously light (picture: old school crochet) and I can't really figure out what part of my body this object will adorn, I'm stuck.

table runner? blanket? dress? who knows?

And, perhaps, what about this pink-mesh thing that was supposed to be a snug tank but now it's feeling looser and looser as it works up and the stitch is just plain boring? Yuck, sick of this, and the hot pink attracts too many comments as I plod along.

Oh, my. Nice color!

But there's more! How about the granny square skirt that I've  been slowly working up for the better part of a year?  I harbor no major objections to this project, but after a few nicely designed squares, I feel like it's all filler, now, and I'm not inspired to build onto it, plus, I'm afraid that I don't have enough yarn to make the skirt long enough to wear.

Looks cute to me, can't you just finish it?

And finally, a  beautiful set of soy silk yarn, recently purchased for a truly fabulous Star Trek style dress designed by her highness, Doris Chan.  But alas, reading this pattern has proved elusive for me up until now.  I can't wrap my head around the thing, and it's driving me nuts.  Any communal time while I sit in the corner arguing with a magazine page is simply not pretty.  It also kills my image as a fiber arts goddess myself.

This ol' thing? What's so tough about it?

So there I have it. The equivalent of major craft-blockage.  I don't know what I want to work on, and even more daunting, maybe I don't even want to be working on yarn this weekend.  So, I'll take a deep breath, grab two books, a camera, and maybe even a journal.  Toss in a crossword puzzle book and I'm golden.  Next installment, I might even share the not-so-secret truth that my motivation at training has tanked this season.  Few workouts, lots of sleep, and missed registration deadlines.  A new me?  Quite possibly, but I'll take it easy, follow the energy and see what emerges. After all, this is supposed to be fun, right?