...... getting myself motivated is another : sometimes. Especially today for some reason.
3 full years in and the frayed edges are starting to show. Living with my mistakes and the mistakes of others.
I'm tired. Dog tired. Bone tired.
And all the things that I hate about myself bubble up to the surface too readily. I stamp hard on those annoying niggles when I can, and try to take pleasure in the very real achievements. But sometimes I just bloody well can't. Today, I can't.
I used to teach students how to motivate themselves (!Ha!): so, in line with what I taught, I set SMART targets (Small Achievable Realistic Time-bound) for the next day, the next few hours, the next few minutes. But I recognise from previous experience ( marathon running, fell running ) that all too quickly, I have my eyes fixed on the floor, looking at the next few paces. I'm knackered. Had enough. Tearful sometimes. Big girl.
I'm in that ungrateful, self-indulgent, whining mode. And I bet I'm not alone.
If you recognise my description, how did you dig yourself out of a similar hole?