0122

It’s 9:32 PM. I keep thinking it’s April. I don’t know what day it is.

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The same can probably be said for many of you, but this week has just been different.

With the given circumstances, we are provided time - the most cherished thing that life offers us - except we’re provided it in surreal, almost disposable amounts.

I’ll dissect my weird f’ed up life with 3 specific examples:

• At my apartment complex, my gym is closed so I cant do my daily morning workout in the morning. I’ve been working out in my living room but I can’t do it longer then 20-30 minutes. I save 30 minutes here.

• Im no longer driving to work anymore because were WFH. Save 1.5 hours there.

• My second job paint studio is closed so I can’t go there to paint, or to work. On average thats saving me 20 hours a week. Ill divide that by 7 days in the week and on average 3 hours a day.

Just the above gives me an extra 5 hours a day. That doesnt include the ideas of not being able to socialize in person with people, go out to dinner (which I usually do at least twice a week), etc. We’re talking over a full 24 hours a week I gained by coronavirus. A FULL FUCKING DAY.

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And yet, around 6pm this evening I found myself saying: oh ill just do that tomorrow, I have time then, I can take tonight off.

Well, unfortunately I did that last night. And that same excuse will keep happening. It’s easier to just watch netflix. It’s harder to get my ass off the couch, make dinner, and then go back to work. We’re living in this false reality.

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Well, tonight I did the latter. I went back at it. I’m working on something very long term, something really special to me.

I think the challenge isn’t being motivated. The challenge is getting ourselves to do something, anything, the smallest form of anything. From there the motivation comes from the action of doing.