I’m not exactly what you would call an motivated person. I don’t spring out of bed in the morning, ready and eager to face the challenges of the day ahead. My New Year’s resolutions are usually more along the line of “I will try to be more patient and tolerant with people who annoy me,” rather than “I will publish a book, run a marathon, and become chairman of the board of a worthy charity.” Left to my own devices, I’m perfectly capable of wasting an entire day just puttering about the house, happily organizing my photo albums, re-reading a favorite book, or cleaning out the junk drawer.
I would prefer to think that I appreciate the simple things in life, but the truth is, I’m just not a “Type A” personality, and never will be. And that means that I spend an awful lot of my time doing things that I really don’t want to do.
As much as I love helping shelter dogs, there are many days when I just don’t feel like walking them. Some days I’m too tired or too sore, on other days I don’t want to be out for so long in the bitter cold or scorching heat, and there are also days when I’d just rather do something easier than walking ten or more shelter dogs in a row. But if I’m on the schedule that day, I go down there and walk the dogs anyway, because I know that the dogs and the other volunteers are depending on me.
I enjoy writing my blog and being part of the blogging community, but there are days when I just can’t think of a single thing I want to write about. It would be so easy to skip a turn on my self-imposed schedule of two blog posts a week, but I don’t. If I’m supposed to publish a post on a particular day, I sit down in front of the computer and type until I come up with a post that’s at least somewhat worth reading. That’s the only way I’ll keep this blog going.
This is nothing new. When I worked full-time, there were many mornings when I would have given anything for an extra day off, or at least the ability to delegate the parts of my job that I found boring or difficult to some other poor soul. But I needed the paycheck, so I did the work anyway, without complaining. Later, staying home with small children came with an endless stream of jobs that I would have preferred to avoid: the dirty diapers, dealing with toddler tantrums, scrubbing vomit off the new couch, etc. Raising small children can be hard, but they need and deserve loving care, so I did my best to see that they got it.
I think for most of us, life is sometimes a series of doing things that we’d rather not do, at times when we’d rather not do them. And for people like me, who are not terribly driven or motivated, it probably always takes a little extra effort to tackle all the necessary challenges and chores that life throws our way. But I don’t believe that’s ever an excuse for not being dependable, caring or hard-working. I learned long ago that whether or not I feel like doing something is usually not what matters. What matters is whether or not the job in front of me needs doing.