My motivation has been assassinated. Fortunately, my motivation is like a vampire (or, more cheerily, Jesus (no, I did not just compare Jesus to a vampire)) and continues to rise from the dead. What’s troubling is that I can’t pinpoint where exactly the assassin is hiding. What I know is that the motivation sniper hides in the shadowy corners of my psyche, taking aim at my motivation to move ahead on projects big and small. It almost feels like a mental whack-a-mole game, where the motivation assassin wields the hammer and my projects are popping up and getting whacked over and over.
The mental dogfights going on in my head have been quite interesting lately. It seems that, even with sterling productivity habits (yeah right) and a robust ability to pack and schedule a seemingly unlimited amount of "ToDo" items, I hit a motivation threshold. Like the smoker who says, "Quitting is easy–I’ve done it plenty of times!", I feel like my ability to stay motivated and focused on a particular task waxes and wanes–often on a scale measured in minutes.
I’m not quite sure I have an answer for motivation assassination. I suspect that, like most big questions, the answer is found by taking the question apart bit by bit. I notice two things about myself when I hit this state: I either cringe when I consider working on something; or I absolutely have no energy to begin working on something. I bet cringe-busting my ToDo list is a good start. And as for the lack of energy, I already know what that problem is. I haven’t worked out, in any capacity, for at least three weeks. No surfing, haven’t hit the skatepark, haven’t even been running. For me, the lack of physical activity is a motivation assassin. I find that I have more energy over longer periods of time when I’m working out regularly. When I hit a slump, like now, it becomes doubly difficult to get moving again. Entropy sucks.
As for the cringe busting, there’s a part of the solution that’s pure discipline. I’ll generally look around for something else to do rather than plow through my physical inbox. Hey! Wonder what’s on those blog feeds? Refresh, refresh, refresh. It’s worse than channel surfing.
Okay, back to work now. Or something.