There should be an award for slacking; perhaps we can have an all star team that earn jerseys or little stickers in a notebook. I use we because I mean me. See, I am slacking hard this weekend, falling into every plausible excuse to not work this evening. The highly unfortunate aspect of this enterprise is that I have real and critical work that needs doing. It will get done tonight, likely at the sacrifice of some other endeavor like exercise. I gotta find that core intrinsic motivator to bust through the slacker gene. Maybe it isn’t enough to want to be a non-slacker to make your kids non-slackers.
I wish there was a quickie, stomach severing way of getting my head in a permanent good space, but if there were I suspect it wouldn’t be worth it at all. I want to reach into my inner psyche and pull out all of that really good stuff lurking in there that I seem to have lost access to. There is still a lot I can grab onto and produce, but the best stuff–the truly original mindbending goodness– is lost to me for now.
When I uncork that bottle of bad, oh lordy. Just gotta find my way back in.