On Motivation or the Lack Of It
I'll be the first to admit that I have a motivation problem.
Usually it occurs on Saturdays when the couch and the TV call my name, and Mike is at work.
Today is one of those days. I have been sitting here for the past half hour, lambasting myself for not getting my butt up off the couch and moving. But then it dawned on me. Yes just now. I am motivated every other day of the week. I'm up and out of bed by 6:30 (most mornings) and to the office by 8 (again, most mornings). I am at the beck and call of 50 other people. Somedays that means attending meetings, going word for word over every proposal, fielding email requests and phone calls from clients. Other days that means running all over the building from floor to floor, delivering this, picking up that, stopping to talk to that guy about some type of storm sewer. Yes. This is my life during the week. Sometimes I don't get to leave at 5. Most days I stay late, sometimes even later into the evening than I probably should to wrap up this or to just get ONE more thing accomplished.
So for now, I am going to enjoy my Saturdays off. My house is clean. The dishes are done. The laundry needs switched from the washer to the dryer (I'll get to it.)
(Yes, maybe I am rationalizing, but leave me be.)
:)
Usually it occurs on Saturdays when the couch and the TV call my name, and Mike is at work.
Today is one of those days. I have been sitting here for the past half hour, lambasting myself for not getting my butt up off the couch and moving. But then it dawned on me. Yes just now. I am motivated every other day of the week. I'm up and out of bed by 6:30 (most mornings) and to the office by 8 (again, most mornings). I am at the beck and call of 50 other people. Somedays that means attending meetings, going word for word over every proposal, fielding email requests and phone calls from clients. Other days that means running all over the building from floor to floor, delivering this, picking up that, stopping to talk to that guy about some type of storm sewer. Yes. This is my life during the week. Sometimes I don't get to leave at 5. Most days I stay late, sometimes even later into the evening than I probably should to wrap up this or to just get ONE more thing accomplished.
So for now, I am going to enjoy my Saturdays off. My house is clean. The dishes are done. The laundry needs switched from the washer to the dryer (I'll get to it.)
(Yes, maybe I am rationalizing, but leave me be.)
:)
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