Working

Most weeks, I show up to work on Monday and don’t really know where to start. I check my messages, my email, banter a bit with my work mates, but otherwise feel listless. My only real motivation to even get that far is a 9:30 weekly team meeting that I have to attend.

It’s usually around midday by the time I have an idea on how to approach the weeks work. But there are weeks when I’m either lacking in motivation, or I just don’t know where to start or how to begin. Sometimes this is because my direction is unclear, the end goal obscured from me. Other times what I need to get done is obvious, but the work before me feels immense, the sheer enormity of it smothering my hope of ever being able to reach the end and paralysing me.

Even once I have an idea on how I’m going to proceed on things, there is almost always a meeting or someone asking a question poised to disrupt the delicate flow state that I’ve finally managed to achieve. This can be frustrating.

This was a bit of a rant, more of one than I would have liked, and one that was as lacking in direction and narrative as my work week tends to be. My real message was supposed to be:

Sometimes you just need to put your headphones on, your head down, and get to work. Motivation doesn’t matter, movement does.