Today got away from me. I started strong and made some great progress and then hit a wall. Like mile 18 for marathon runners. It’s like somebody pulled the plug and I’m out of energy. I can’t focus enough to work on one of several online courses I’m currently taking.

I can barely write this whiney post!

But I’m trudging on to see if I can learn something about how to keep going when I don’t feel like it. Why? Well, my other blog is a blog for younger Christian women. And unlike me, most don’t have the freedom to just stop when they feel like it. They still have to help kids with schoolwork, or they need to make dinner or get on a ZOOM call for work. So I’m thinking back to my younger days when I was where they are. How’d I do it? How’d I keep moving when I felt like dropping onto the sofa?

I had a great example in my own Mom. I think that image floated into view and generated some motivation to just get through dinner and get them in their pjs. I had really short term goals and that made them seem more achievable. And I knew how to pivot. If I was planning on a roast beef or some other labor intense menu for dinner, I could instead make a quick switch to eggs and bacon or french toast. It’s Brenner, Breakfast for Dinner :) The kids never noticed. Hit the Big Red Easy button!

Remember there was no Instagram and nobody took photos of food. We’d have been shocked that anybody cared what we ate for dinner. It was a blissful private, non-performance zone and therefore judgment free.

And now I’ve discovered that old feeling I’d forgotten about. Renewed energy generated by simple momentum, the forward plodding of activity that somehow miraculously generates a second-wind. Ahhh, the wonder of endorphins.

So now that I’m revived I’ll return to just one short project and then call a wrap on this day.

Here’s the recap:

Look for inspiration to be motivated
Focus on just the next thing
Pivot when necessary
Easy makes things easier
Remember your Physics, a body in motion tends to stay in motion

tomorrow’s another day . . .

Kelly