After poetry, what now?

The lure of a new challenge for a new month is battling with my middle-aged lethargy and lack of motivation. For every thought that says, 'let's set ourselves a new target' there is one that says, 'let's just play with your sons.' I am either lazy or enthusiastic, with very little sitting in between. I imagine the idleness will win out in the end. It's easier to wallow in the ennui than it is to rise above it, and I swear that constant battle gets harder to win with each passing year of my existence. So I am far more likely to fall back into a pattern of just waffling (see this posting, and countless others before it) than I am to make an effort to achieve something.
But maybe that's for the best. When I re-read things I've scribbled before, I'm almost certain that some of the most readable ones are those that involved the least mental exertion. There are monthly reports that I write for work, and I have to scroll through them occasionally for comparison purposes, and there are times I can remember absolutely loathing the process and finding it a real bind and a real ballache, and those are the ones that sparkle.
So what do I know?
Anyway, my point is, I haven't yet decided if I'll try and write in rhyming couplets continuously, or maybe do a daily rap, or work on my languages and translate each posting into French, but the likelihood is I shall do none of them.

RC 3-3-26