Motivation
Can I haz it?
Or, to go old-school, brother can you spare a kick-in-the-pants?
Motivation has been a problem for me universally these days. I can’t seem to get motivated to do much of anything other than live. One look back at the New Year’s resolutions I made shows that, 7.5 months into the year, I’ve not yet accomplished (or set a pace to accomplish) even the feeblest of them.
More to the point, I seem to have lost my motivation to blog (or Tweet, or post to Facebook) since my poly world dwindled to just the “boring” stable triad that I’ve had for the better part of a decade, and I am not happy with that. I never intended this blog to just be a forum for me ranting about the goings-on in my drama-filled relationships, but that’s more or less what it turned into, and when the drama died, so did the blog. Not that I don’t occasionally desire to write something. In fact, I had two ideas yesterday that I wanted to put into words here, but I failed to be alone at a keyboard to type them in before the ideas were gone. I lack focus, in addition to motivation. I wish there was some way to simply *think* an idea into a text file. A neural interface for Evernote, maybe. That would rock.
And for the second time this spring/summer I’ve gone into Google Reader and simply hit the “Mark all as read” button, which means not only am I not contributing to the community anymore, but I’m also more or less completely removed from it. Discouraging and disappointing, but I’ll see what I can do to overcome it because you guys and gals do tend to rock.
