Motivation. Where is it? Where can one find it? Sometimes I feel so motivated, as though I could take on anything and still get even more done after doing it all really quickly and yet still exceptionally well.
And then, there are other times where waking up seems like the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced. As if peering out of the comforter were akin to beginning the ascent of Mount Everest. I don’t understand how such a vast dichotomy of behavior can reside within myself.
For instance, I had been very consistent with going to the gym for many months. After some switches in my work schedule, this became much harder to maintain. Once I started having a regular situation again, I set my mind to going back to the way I had been before. However, while I love having the regularity of a 9-5 job, I do not enjoy the gym at 6:00 in the evening. So, I thought what better way to start the day than to wake up at 7 to workout for an hour or so before work! This has yet to happen.
I am actually much more of a morning person than a night owl. I prefer waking up early and getting a head start on the day. I’ve even begun to fall asleep between 10 and Midnight (unheard of when I was working a few months ago and getting home from work at 2 or 3 AM). But my body won’t let me get out of bed until no earlier than 8. I don’t know, maybe my body is catching up on lost sleep.
Either way, I’m trying to figure out how to have more days where I take on the world and surpass my expectations than the ones where I feel sluggish like a paralyzed tree sloth. Hmm. Maybe I can somehow capitalize on the energy I have those days by bottling it up, like solar power.
Speaking of solar power, maybe my recent lack of motivation has been the uncharacteristically rainy days we’ve been having this week. Apparently, the Sun actives the DNA in our bodies to help us perform better. Or maybe it just provides us with Vitamin D. I don’t know. At least one of those statements is definitely true.
As the Carpenters said, or at least Karen Carpenter sang, “Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” See, I don’t mind Mondays; in fact, I am a fan of them. Nothing against Garfield, I just appreciate the beginning of something new, in this case, a new week. I just don’t like a rainy Monday.
But let’s get one thing straight; I don’t not like the rain. I love the rain! I think rain is important. Who wants to deal with a drought? I just don’t enjoy too many gray, dreary days back to back. Once in a while, interspersed between many bright, sunny days, I can appreciate a rainy day. This week has been just a bit depressing.
Where is my comforter?
