Repeated behaviors develop into patterns, which develop into routines, which develop into habits, which develop into...me feeling utterly unmotivated if I do not have a deadline. I summoned my energy and surrounded myself with scrappy supplies today and decided to scrapbook without a deadline and with no other objective but to go with the flow and see where it would take me. Here's where I ended up:
Apparently deadlines aren't the only motivation. Love most definitely inspires as well.
I always feel a rush when I finish a layout, but completing one that was created just because feels incredible. It's a relief to know that I only think I need deadlines in order to accomplish anything. All I really need is a story to tell or a feeling to share, and everything follows from that.