There is a pattern here. I can see it. Complex, but mostly rational, and yet, never predictable. Not something I could have orchestrated. I can only see how it comes together after the fact. The elusive process of motivation. At it's peak, what some are calling "flow," movement and focus, and probably not thinking about how or why.
Think about it or not though, there are underlying mechanics. Reasons we feel the way we do, like something, feel inspired by something. I started learning Russian, today. I've been watching Oliver Stone's "Putin Interviews," and almost find myself liking Putin. I've been wanting to take another stab at learning a second language, but haven't decided on which. It occurred to me to check if Duolingo offers Russian. It does.
My Uncle Dan comes to mind. I remember him writing me an email once, saying something to the effect that hearing from me remorqueurs aux cordes du coeur. That was Daniel's corner of the family. Dan, and his sister, my grandmother, Lil. Always felt more of an affinity to that corner of the family, for whatever reason. Their mother was very old, when I was very young, so I didn't know her. Yetta Slobodinskaya. She was agoraphobic, I've been told. Went years without leaving the house.