In Search of my Lost Motivation
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New Year’s has come and gone and with it went my motivation. It didn’t help that I came down with some type of intestinal bug the night of January 2, robbing me of two days of productivity. The only benefit of such a bug is that it can help you shed some of those holiday pounds, but even that was denied me.

The bitter cold weather isn’t helping as all I want to do is hibernate with a good book until spring, living off the fat I’ve acquired in preparation for this. It seems the weather and my body are both telling me it’s time to slow down. My head keeps telling me to get moving while my body says, stay, rest, relax, enjoy the winter. If only my head would get on board with the rest of my body. Who am I to disagree with Mother Nature?

And then there are all those blog posts and emails arriving in my inbox telling me how to jump start the new year! How to make this the best year ever! What if my idea of what would make this the best year ever doesn’t coincide with their idea?

Perhaps it’s just the result of entering the New Year a sexagenarian. Never thought I would get that old! Whatever the reason, I find myself wondering what condition my ambition is in!

If you are anything like me, there is a point in December when everything non-essential is pushed off until after the New Year. The idea is that once the holidays are over and life is back to normal you will be ready to start checking off all of those items on your list. I’m still waiting for this to kick in.

It’s not that I’m turning into a slug, lying on the couch watching soap operas and doing crossword puzzles all day (though I have been binging on dark chocolate). I’m still productive. I have meaningful work and enough writing projects to keep me busy into my seventies. I lie in bed and work out plot points and twists. I work on my latest blog post when I wake in the middle of the night.

There are days when the writing just flows. Other days, not so much. I struggle to write one sentence which I then deem to be terrible. Or I spend a week on a post, only to decide to go in an entirely different direction. Such is the life of a writer.

I wonder, were we really meant to go out into the cold and snow during winter? Isn’t it more likely that we were meant to hibernate like the animals?

I know that if I just hang in there, eventually my ambition will return, hopefully before the spring. I trust that the lost, my motivation, will be found. In the meantime, I’m allowing my mind to rest under a blanket of cold and snow.

How do you handle the winter? What do you do when you just can’t get motivated?

This post was first published on http://patriciamrobertson.com

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