Obviously my motivation differs depending on the task at hand.
Nothing motivates me to clean the house like hearing someone who doesn’t live in this house is on their way over. I’ll get more cleaning done in those ten minutes than I will all week.
Vanity motivates me to try and eat healthy. As I climb up that hill towards fifty, all I hear is how I will undoubtedly gain weight that will be all but impossible to then lose. I do not want this to happen. So I try to watch what I eat.
Knowing that I won’t feel so sluggish and sulky if I actually exercise, motivates me to move my body. I know it’s good for me to exercise but that’s not enough to make me get it done. I just like how it makes me feel. That includes yoga. Yoga feels amazing even in the moment.
Awkward moments cause me to try and make a joke, lighten things up.
Now that I’m into this, I’m thinking that I’m actually not that motivated of a person. I don’t have that drive ingrained in me to accomplish things. Yikes. Is it because I’m so laid back? So Type B? Or lazy?
I wait and wait and only accomplish things just so they don’t fall right off the cliff. I guess I work best under pressure, if that’s not a cop out.
I think somewhere inside of me I am motivated by my kids but it’s just so second nature that I’ve never really acknowledged it. I want them to see me working hard so they won’t be afraid to work hard. I want them to see my making my own money and not relying on anyone else to pay their way in the world.
I suppose I want them to see me volunteering and doing small things to contribute to society.
More importantly I want my girls to know “you don’t need no man”. Okay wait, I’m not a man hater (although I have been accused of it). But girls, just please know how to be independent. And my sons to know how to respectfully treat their partners.
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