Bummed your work is just not cutting it? Maybe it will hit you like it hit Poet Alicia Ostriker:

"She doesn’t know yet, how could she
      That this same need
      Is going to erupt every September
      And that in 40 years the idea will strike her
      From no apparent source,
      In a Laundromat
      Between a washer and a dryer,
      Like one of those electric light bulbs
      Lighting up near a character’s head in a comic strip—
      There in that naked and soiled place
      With its detergent machines,
      Its speckled fluorescent lights,
      Its lint piles broomed into corners as she fumbles for quarters
      And dimes, she will start to chuckle and double over
      Into the plastic baskets’
      Mountain of wet      
      Bedsheets and bulky overalls—
      Old lady! She’ll grin,
      beguiled at herself,

      Old lady! The desire to burn is already a burning! How about that!"