Forgetting, Complaining, and making habits
Sometimes I complain (to myself) that I never finish anything. That I have a half million starts, and it all just sputters out. Often I forget about the things I started. Too consumed by starting new things, because maybe that will be ‘the thing’ that I can see through to completion this time.
I forget because I’m a creature of habit, and of laziness. I fall too easily into whatever groove I found for myself some years ago. It’s always easier to ponder about something than to do it. I need to create little carrots of motivation for myself to get anything done. Reminders, rewards, and physically placing objects in front of me as a kind of totem to inspire forward momentum. Most important of all, if I can do it as a routine, make it part of my day, it becomes habit, and I don’t think about it.
But sometimes motivation comes from others. People reminding you that you have at least one audience member sitting there, waiting for something to come to life. That things in your head have some value, and should come to bear.