My creativity is behind this door and I can’t find the key. I want to eat ice cream. I have sucessfully scrubbed the sink, done two loads of laundry, ate my broccoli, and drank three cups of coffee. Still, nothing is happening. I have to start. How do you start? Just go. Ready, one, two, three… go! Nope, didn’t work. I better try the ice cream idea.
Working from home is harder than it looks. I imagine that having some special work place, like a dedicated office, would make it better. And whenever I step into it, I magically want to work really hard. But that’s not how it is, and honestly. I can’t say that it would help. I just like thinking that it will. It’s kind of an excuse for feeling so unmotivated and overwhelmed. Its comforting to imagine that there’s a solution to your problems, it’s just out of reach is all. So you just have to suck it up and get going. Maybe I imagine it as some sort of carrot in the future. So someday, sitting in my giant office with a view of the ocean, I can say “Yeah, I used to work on a tiny, crowded desk in the bedroom of our noisey one bedroom apartment. Boy, I can’t believe I got anything done!” See, doesn’t that sound good?