Motivation is a tricky thing. It can come from anywhere and can go away anytime. The above is my drawing in this week’s New Yorker.
What we are hearing and seeing in the world right now is extremely troubling. This kind of news can sap motivation, unless one is compelled to draw/paint/play/write about the news. Even then it’s extremely difficult. All the pain and suffering can make you feel helpless, not want to do much of anything.
There are some weeks when the ideas aren’t there, nothing works. That’s when you put your pencil away…
…and go do something else. And unlike this fellow above hopes, no one is going to give you motivation as a present. You can’t buy an idea at the store and tie it up with a bow (right?). If you do go away and come back (which you should), then find it yourself. The motivation is there somewhere. That’s pretty vague, I realize. You are your own worst enemy, but also your best friend. And friends help friends out. So be patient.
I don’t know why the cat in the drawing at the top of this post has no motivation. Maybe it’s as simple as she’s not hungry.
Hunger can be motivating, but so can fear. In the above New Yorker cartoon from a few years ago, the two cavemen were motivated— by something external, granted— to become painters. Out of fear. But they were resourceful!
So take in the news, take a deep breath, make some coffee, and keep going.
Thanks for being here.
One thing more frustrating, at least to me, is having free-floating (oops! first I typed "free-gloating," but that's a whole other subject) motivation: the urge to do something but without a clue what that should be. Now that I'm an old guy (born near the end of the Truman administration), I have LOTS of motivation, but not quite so much energy -- so things are still not getting done quite the way they should. But give me a few years, and I'll have neither motivation nor energy, nor any interest. At last, I'll be content.
Oh, oh. Well THAT's motivating.