I sacrifice my motivation. Sacrifice is my motivation.
To give of myself until fingernails are ragged, jagged, dirty. To give of myself although I receive nothing but spite and spittle in return.
Motivation is the wherefores and the whys. The quests and queries. Love. Lust. Life.
Linda asked: “What motivates you to write what you write? To share what you share? Has it changed since you started?” I’m struggling with for who & why. The wherefore & the why. Continuous and continuing questions, quests, queries.
“To be honest, she no longer was sure why. She’d answered the question before – when she seemed to have direction and purpose; when creativity was sparking; when stories wrote themselves and characters developed on their own.
But now? Feeling the stalest in all matters of her life ever, she struggled with the answer like she struggled with every post. There was no reason other than habit. . . . ‘My life feels stale – like ginger-ale left out overnight, or crackers unwrapped on a humid afternoon. Title/tag line of my blog should be stale cereal: no snap, crackle, pop.’ . . . Maybe, going through the motions, the reasons for being, for blogging would return . . .”*
sacrifice & motivation pondered for Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G. Hill @ Life in Progress (sacrifice suggested by Me – Who Am I?; motivation suggested by Aaron Elmore at the blog bearing his own name)
image: John William Waterhouse; the magic circle, 1886