I know, it’s weird to say that I need a recovery from my two-week-long vacation in Greece, but it’s true. I feel like I’m suffering a vacation hangover where all the lounging around has finally caught up with me. In actuality, we didn’t do all that much sitting around because every day we were exploring a new scenic area and ancient ruin. What I feel like I need recovery from is the non-work aspect of it. For most of my life I have had something to do, whether it be school or work, and for the first time in a long time I spent two weeks away from all of it. I didn’t have to worry about answering to someone the moment I woke up or do anything other than what made me happy for two weeks.
Although, I didn’t have much time to do anything at all creative, which leads me to my second point of being more motivated. Quickly upon my return to Toronto I felt a wave of motivation hit me hard. Maybe it was the inevitable jet lag that had me up at 6am every morning, or just my urge to do something other than sip cappuccinos by the waterfront (not that I was complaining).
My first goal was, of course, to come back and blog more after my two-week hiatus. My fingers were itching for the feel of a laptop keyboard. Second, was to take a bit more time and put more effort into my appearance and style. The last thing you worry about on a predominantly sightseeing trip is your outfit every day, but the fact that I never felt dressed quite right made me want to start paying more attention to those kinds of things.
And finally was my most difficult goal to attempt and that was more of an involvement in my work-life and the direction of my career. It is easy to say that because I am only in my early to mid twenties that it doesn’t really matter if I know what I want to do with the rest of my life, but at a certain point plans have to start being made, if not only for my sanity. This goal will take a bit more effort and commitment, but that isn’t to say that even the smallest results aren’t a form of success. I think we all put too much pressure on ourselves to become this alpha being that we’ve constructed in our minds and, for the most part, we will never become that because we are human and flawed. But, those flaws are what make up our real success—those opportunities for learning and change. There is a part of me that would like to take over the life of someone I consider to be successful for what I am trying to achieve—cut right into the middle of their career like butting into a line—but what fun would that be without the slow, hard rise you create for yourself? What sense of achievement will that provide?
Are there any notions of motivation and success you have struggled with?