I have to say first that I feel pretty guilty feeling this way.
I seem to be in some kind of funk, with my usual mojo hiding under the couch somewhere, except I am not sure which one so I can't find it.
I feel guilty to feel this way because well, life is just fine. We just moved to a nice new house, my husband and I had a few days to get away by ourselves, the weather is sunny, my daughter is in love with her preschool, and everyone is healthy.
Sure, work is challenging, but that's always the case.
I need to find my mojo -- and get some sleep because between the Olympics and the conventions, I'm losing hours a night!:) (wait, could this be related to my lost mojo?)