“Motivation isn’t necessary. You just have to do it.”
—a slightly paraphrased quote from page 182 of Stay Sexy & Don’t Get Murdered
This statement punched me in the face with a bag of bricks and ran me over.
It’s okay, though. I’m fine.
I have been using the motivation crutch for years (coupling it with the lovely mental health struggles) and I didn’t even realize it until this morning.
During this quarantine moment we are all having, like everyone, I have had good days and bad days. Mainly, I’ve been lonely and sad I can’t enjoy the Minnesota nice weather (because we only have that summer life for a few months tops out here), but I’ve also had a sense of “motivation” to get some of my personal goals back on track. It’s been a very subtle change, but it’s there.
However, I was still using the excuse of not having motivation to work harder, or at all when I spend the day on the couch with Netflix and games on my phone. This is why reading that section of the book hit me harder than other parts.
It seems so simple, maybe even silly, because, of course we don’t need motivation—not for things we love to do, not for things we hate to do, or we need to do. So why do I need motivation to write? I love to write. I love to eat popcorn and I definitely don’t need motivation for that. I don’t need motivation to go to work because I need to for money—there isn’t a choice, so I just go.
Today, with this post keeping me accountable, I’m going to start viewing things in my life a little differently. No more using motivation as an excuse. I don’t need to like it, but now there is literally nothing standing in my way to get shit done.