Lack of Motivation






Sometimes it's a lot of effort just to get out of bed in the semi-morning. Today it's very difficult to get moving. I have so much to do, and I really don't have the luxury of being lazy today. Yet here I sit, doing one more thing to procrastinate starting my day. I really need to finish up this lighting project I've been working on. It's in the final stages, and usually, that's a great motivator in and of itself, but today, not so much. I hate this part of myself, and I can't seem to find a way to purge myself of it. I have a bunch of other things to do that I've been putting off as well. I need to get some photos of my work together and make postcards as a form of advertising (I suck at promoting my work); I haven't even begun Christmas shopping, and I need to figure out if I'm going to fly down to Charlotte to see my family for the holidays, and if so, book a flight, etc. Then there's all the stuff I need to do to get my website built. Overwhelming. I feel like I need a personal assistant, even though a. I cannot afford one, and b. I know there are millions of people with infinitely more things to accomplish daily that do it with no problem at all. It's like that Seinfeld episode where Kramer hires the intern to run his errands and stuff for him. I wonder if that would work...maybe I should contact some local schools. If I already had an intern, I would make him do it for me.

3 comments:

sitboaf said...

When I get overwhelmed, I make a list. Somehow, having it all down in front of you makes it less daunting. You can also nibble away at it and feel better in the process.
BTW, for Christmas, I need a handheld vacuum. Thank you.

Jeff said...

You like Kramer too!???? Wow. There should be more of us.

Jeff said...

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry I don't have anything inspirational to offer about your trials other than to suggest that you keep breathing. It's still working for me. Except when I breathe while eating. Then I start to choke. Or I get the hiccups. Or I snort milk or soda out my nose. Infrequently when breathing, I giggle a little. But that might be the wine. Mmmmmmmmmm, wine.
OK. Enough blathering.