I found last Fall, while lounging in the rehab center, that I no longer had any intentions of ; painting, crocheting, quilting, swimming, singing, or even embroidery. I didn't do my NGs, I quit doing my Duolingo and crosswords with friends. Had it been up to me, I'd have stopped being. It's been a long road to get any 'want-to' back. I don't drive anymore, so unless I con someone into taking me out of the house, I'm stuck here. I've always been a loner, so that doesn't bother me. But I really really resent having to ask for someone else to get me things or take me places.
When I get around to it, I'm gonna start a procrastinator's club and you can all join me if you feel like it. (Hee hee...)