As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I struggle with motivation. I don’t know why. I do know my lack of motivation is certainly not something I inherited from either of my parents. Perhaps the reasons are buried somewhere deep within my subconscious or perhaps I’m in denial. Regardless of the reason, today is another one of those days. It is particularly frustrating as I want to post on this blog at least twice a week if only to give myself some kind of purposeful activity as I while away the hours at home. As usual, this task has been hijacked by my fickle motivation. (With the exception of last week, the majority of which I spent in bed trying to defeat a vicious sinus infection and wishing I could grow a set of gills to breathe through, although that would have required that I learn to swim.) Annnywayyy….
I am especially frustrated today because I sat down on Sunday and wrote down all my goals for this week, including writing ideas. I was actually excited about the prospect of hopping back on the laptop and sharing my inconsequential opinions/thoughts with whomever might care to read them. Then, I woke up this morning without an iota of writing motivation in my body. Hence the reason I am currently inflicting this rather pointless, stream of consciousness post upon the internet. I am determined not to let my “notivation” win. I don’t care if this makes sense or not, I said I would write and write I shall!
I was so desperate to put something to paper (screen?) that I even considered packing up my laptop and pretentiously parking myself at Starbucks for the afternoon in hopes that a flat white and a change of scenery might jump start the motivation. Instead, I’m at home, doing laundry while an old episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 provides some comic relief in the background. I haven’t completely ruled out Starbucks though because I do think there is something to the idea of changing your scenery in order to help the writing process.
Perhaps the other issue is the topics I had considered writing this week. I thought I might address the more “serious” issues that have been on my mind, but I just don’t think my brain is ready to go there yet. I am still feeling quiet fuzzy headed and still trying to make my way through three doses a day of the American medical profession’s favorite crutch, Amoxicillin. So, I wasn’t really in the mood to delve into why I think news media, on both sides, is successfully adding to divisiveness in this country, why I wish we’d start thinking for ourselves and quit looking to Hollywood for our political and moral guidance, and why, despite being touted as courageous by the gullible, I think Beyonce’s Superbowl performance was just plain out-of-place and simply another result of the unstoppable marketing machine that is JayZ. These are topics just too heavy for me to focus on as I wait for the remaining illness-derived brain fog to clear.
Meanwhile, I shall consider this simple, meaningless post an accomplishment and hopefully use it to build motivational momentum and complete at least a few of the other tasks I’ve assigned myself this week. Or, maybe I’ll just take a nap.
Question (s) of the day: Do you ever experience lapses in your motivation? How do you get yourself going?