I’ve got a big task ahead of me today. It’s one of the more difficult sorts of things I do and it will require a kind of all-day patience before I see any results I’m happy with. I’ve been putting it off (or deferring it to other work) for at least a week, and I already know I lost some of my notes.
So, this morning, waking slowly, knowing I had this big ugly thing ahead of me, I spent probably an hour, under a giant blanket of Resistance, mulling over how I could tackle it, looking for some positivity to cling to. That almost seems reasonable right, like a decent negotiation? “As soon as I find something I can fell good about, as soon as I locate some encouragement, I’ll get out of bed and start working.”
BULLSHIT! Guess what, I never found it, I was never happy, never satisfied. I finally realized I was going to have to get out of bed in a terrible mood, angry at the world, and already disappointed with myself. But sometimes that’s just how it’s gotta be. Good moods are for wimps and amateurs.
If your work is important, you don’t have the luxury of waiting for a good mood. Fuck that. It’s time to get out of bed,