Monday Motivation – Find your “word”

We all lack motivation sometimes. Motivation to do the mundane, like load the dishwasher or pick up your child’s toys. Motivation to stop talking about getting in shape and actually get your ass to the gym for your workout. Motivation to stop fooling around on Facebook and finish a task at work. Whatever the case may be, it is human nature to run out of steam from time to time.

Recently, I came across an article in an online magazine dedicated to running about the concept of motivation and ways to increase said state of mind. (I’d love to share it with you, but I can’t find it now.)  The author suggested finding one word to use that motivates you. My word? Fighter. (If you’ve read the article, you know I stole the author’s word, but I liked it and thought it suited me perfectly.)

Throughout various points of my life, I’ve been forced to invoke a fighting spirit. Back up. Forced is not the word. I’m a fighter by nature. I’m constantly struggling to make progress, to do better. It doesn’t matter the difficulty; if there is something I want, I will eventually have it. The Bachelor’s degree I’m about halfway done completing will have taken me over ten years once all is said and done. While I wish it were a faster process, I feel I have gained a lot from having to fight for that piece of paper. It may not matter so much for my salary or career path since I have experience and am racking up certifications, but it still doesn’t matter. That degree is mine. It’s proof that I am a fighter.

Running is much the same way. About a mile into it, I want so desperately to stop some days. Yet I know that quitting is not an option, so I chant my little word of motivation in my head. Heck, maybe it is audible sometimes, I don’t know or care. The fact of the matter is that it is my word and it keeps me going. I am not a quitter. I am a fighter.  Since I’ve been recovering from an injury, you may think I don’t need that word as much, but you’d be wrong.  Every time I think I’ll give up on PT and just not run again, I remind myself that I’m a fighter.  I can do this.  I can recover and come back stronger than ever.

Living with narcolepsy?  Another fight for at least part of every day.  It doesn’t always mean fighting the urge to sleep.  It means fighting nausea from eating too much too soon after taking medication.  It means fighting the part of you that says, “You have too much work to justify a nap” and saying instead, “You WILL take a nap because if you don’t, you will pay later.”  It means fighting the guilt of not making dinner because you’re simply too exhausted to move.  It means fighting negative perceptions from others, fighting the hurtful words from others, fighting the well-meaning but misinformed suggestions (you sleep too much, you don’t sleep enough, you should try caffeine, caffeine is bad, you’re depressed, you don’t exercise enough, you exercise too much, you’re bored, you’re burning the candle at both ends).  Narcolepsy is a big part of my life.  I write about it, I read about it, I live it.  But it doesn’t define me.  It’s just part of me.  Why?  Because I am a fighter and I don’t let it get me down for too long.

Coming up with that one small word is like planting a seed. It seems so miniscule, so unimportant. But if you’ve ever planted a seed, you know the wonders of watching it grow into something big. So I dare you – pick out your word and watch what happens…..

 

Do you have a word, phrase, or song that keeps you motivated?  Please share it in the comments!

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