I Feel Uninspired, But I’m Writing Anyway.
It’s December 30, and I’m feeling utterly unmotivated today.
I made a list earlier tonight of 31 potential prompts that I will write to in the 31 days of January. I felt really pumped — because I’m aiming to be consistent in my writing this year and make something of my work, professionally and financially, by showing up every day — and here was this concrete document, staring me in the face, showing me my path to success.
I could feel it in my bones that this was what I should be doing. But when it came time to actually sit down and write tonight?
Not a single fiber of motivation.
And I’m sure you’re with me on this: a lack of motivation is NOT something I want to carry with me into the new decade.
I’ve decidedly blamed it on the weather. We’ve had all the cold and rain to make an ice castle so big and strong, it would make Elsa proud. But today, we got hit with the wind and the snow, too, a White New Year instead of a White Christmas, and our home is drafty. My bones and joints ache, and I’m a grumpy mess, needing sunlight and caffeine.
But here’s what I know:
Everyone has a day like the one I’m having now. Everyone feels tired or achy, sluggish and “uncaffeinated,” unwilling or unmotivated to do anything.
