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I have been thinking a lot about motivation, lately. Mostly, I have been wondering when motivation is going to finally catch up to me. If there were a magic motivational unicorn, when will it come visit and sprinkle motivation dust on me so that I can finally feel excited to do the things I’m not motivated to do? You know, the stuff you need motivation for like, exercise, cleaning house, purging stuff, etc….
Obviously, the answer is never. YET, we are told as children that if we just “believe” we can do something, that we will. If only it were so easy….I mean, I believe I can have a clean house. I know that I am capable of doing it. After all, I have done it before. Actually I’m confident that I can do a good job cleaning. But does the job get done? Hmmm….well, definitely when company is coming, but the rest of the time is questionable.
So, why the disconnect between feeling confident AND knowing you are capable and YET still not getting the job done?
The short answer, is that I don’t want to do it. I’m not “motivated.” I’m still waiting on my magical motivation unicorn…..
The long answer, however, is that I need to change my mindset. I feel like most of my life I’ve been waiting for things to happen. Mostly, waiting for my motivation so I can feel excited to get something done. But, that rarely happens, if at all.
The thing with motivation is that it is not a tangible thing. It’s just a theoretical feeling of inspiration that we hope to feel to drive us to get things done. However, motivation is not a pre-requisite to getting things done. We can get things done and yet not enjoy the task. Why is it, though, that as humans we feel like there needs to be a feeling of pleasure to enjoy and feel motivated to do a task?
Lately, I’ve been doing these boot camps to tone my
cellulite muscles. I’m turning 40 this year, and I feel a mid-life crisis coming on, so why not tone up my body and feel more secure with my frame before dooms day? Seems like the natural thing to do, except I hate it. I am not “motivated” to do it. I don’t enjoy it, at all. Well, wait….I enjoy it after the fact (sometimes) when I feel a sense of accomplishment. But, mostly, I’m like “Ugggghhhhh….no more running….why do my legs feel like I’m walking through quicksand?….why can’t I get my legs off the ground?…legs, move…..move….MOVE, DAMNIT!”
This morning, my alarm went off at 4:30 am for a 5:15 am boot camp and I involuntary yelled out “SHIT!” and then hit snooze. 9 minutes later it went off again, and I yelled “F*CK (involuntarily -I swear, my body just blurted it out)! I got my ass out of bed and put my clothes on and then drove to the wrong location, and I almost GAVE UP. But, I did not. Even though I was dreading burpees and all the torturous other exercises. And, let me tell you – it was torture. I turned around and drove to the correct camp and I was 5 minutes late, but joined in anyway. I’m not excited to come back next week, but I will.
After almost 40 years, I finally get it. Motivation is not going to make me do those things in life I need to get done. Nope, the only thing that will make me move is ACTION. I have to JUST DO IT. So, I’ve decided I’m banning the word motivation from my vocabulary. Its made-up, means nothing, and is not necessary for action. So, move over motivation, I’m making room to JUST DO IT!