This is so true!! With my kids it is often just a matter of getting out of the house. I was thinking today at the playground, after running into out of town friends we hadn’t seen in months, how I couldn’t have predicted that result when I was mustering the energy to get out and go — had I known, I would’ve had more energy more easily — but it only happened because I pushed through when motivation was lower.
"To think, oh, he’s the kind of person who does that. It would be interesting to be that kind of person."
I've started to take on this role in my town a bit. I refer to it as living life like a videogame protagonist (to be clear, not in the same way that some folks online refer to others as "NPCs" which has become the new "sheep" insult). It's amazing what kind of doors open when you just go out and do stuff for folks and take opportunities.
In terms of stuckidness, I've strangely found it a lot easier to do chores for other people than it is to do for myself. I'll happily work on someone else's yard or clean someone else's stuff, but I can just never get the motivation to do the same for my own stuff. At least not without some effort and misgivings. Is that normal, I wonder?
Evocative. You inspired me to take a mental tour of each of our three homes to recall those comfortingly spaces and details that still delight me: Our bungalow's rear pantry, the raised ranch's sunken living room, and our row home's antique glass panes. The "Real" things cry out for recognition, and I'm so glad oblige! Thanks, Addison.
I love this
This is so true!! With my kids it is often just a matter of getting out of the house. I was thinking today at the playground, after running into out of town friends we hadn’t seen in months, how I couldn’t have predicted that result when I was mustering the energy to get out and go — had I known, I would’ve had more energy more easily — but it only happened because I pushed through when motivation was lower.
"To think, oh, he’s the kind of person who does that. It would be interesting to be that kind of person."
I've started to take on this role in my town a bit. I refer to it as living life like a videogame protagonist (to be clear, not in the same way that some folks online refer to others as "NPCs" which has become the new "sheep" insult). It's amazing what kind of doors open when you just go out and do stuff for folks and take opportunities.
In terms of stuckidness, I've strangely found it a lot easier to do chores for other people than it is to do for myself. I'll happily work on someone else's yard or clean someone else's stuff, but I can just never get the motivation to do the same for my own stuff. At least not without some effort and misgivings. Is that normal, I wonder?
Evocative. You inspired me to take a mental tour of each of our three homes to recall those comfortingly spaces and details that still delight me: Our bungalow's rear pantry, the raised ranch's sunken living room, and our row home's antique glass panes. The "Real" things cry out for recognition, and I'm so glad oblige! Thanks, Addison.