Thursday, August 20, 2009

Motivation

Working diligently towards a goal and achieving that goal should be it’s own reward, both in the journey and in the achievement. In the journey, one learns a great deal about themselves and the achievement bolsters self confidence and, of course, the benefits of the particular goal. The key to actually achieving the goal is motivation. There are many ideas and theories concerning this concept. The bookshelves are full of advise on motivation. However, how practical is it really? Don’t we ultimately need to find it in our own way for it be effective?

We all have our own natural mode when it comes to motivation. Some people are able to find it from within, springing into action by the power of their own inspiration to do or achieve something, or change something they find to be flawed in their life or character. Others are motivated to achieve something they previously did not think possible, either by the achievements of someone they relate to and admire, or the encouragement of someone who believes in them. Then there are those that are motivated by the need for change as a last resort such as failing health, incarceration, decline of personal relationships, pain, confrontation, etc. Outside force seems to be the most common and powerful motivation. I call this the Do or Die method.

In my weight loss journey I discovered something very important about what naturally motivates me. I am often very aware of what I desire to achieve, or what I need to change, and feel some motivation in that self-awareness. However, the motivation that actually gets me to the finish line is an outside force, something that brings me to the Do or Die point. Another motivational force for me is vanity, but it does not seem to have the same power it once did. As I get older, I care less what others think of me. Pain, whether emotional or physical, is a very powerful motivator and apparently the main one for me.

The combination of vanity and pain is what finally motivated me to lose the weight that I had been struggling with for 4 years. I would get close, but then my desire to self medicate with food would overwhelm my desire to lose the weight. Weight loss is about changing the lifestyle that caused you to gain it in the first place. That lifestyle usually has some sort of payoff and mine was comfort when I was in physical or emotional pain. The combination of vanity and the desire to be healthy and have a good quality of life came close to outweighing my need to eat my pain, but in the end would give way in the winter to my old habits. Ironically it was my need to look like (and feel like) the old me for my son’s wedding and have him proud of his mom that made me absolutely determined. I had lots of motivation and energy to give me a great start, but it turned out to be the alleviation of pain due to the new lifestyle that finally out weighed the urge to comfort myself with food.

No that I have reached the goal, I feel a sense of accomplishment and a desire to see what else I can apply this knowledge to. I feel the next area of my life that needs an overhaul is my spiritual life. I have found wonderful tools and moments of clarity in this area, but like other things, have lost motivation as I get further away from the initial source of inspiration. Now I know that I must look at the reality of what motivates me best and find a way to initiate that on my own. I would rather not look to the Do or Die moment to be inspired. Do or Die moments in relation to spirituality are usually highly unpleasant and I would prefer not to require that sort of scenario from the universe so as to make this change.

It would be an achievement in and of itself to reshape my natural motivational tendency to that of a more productive and dynamic one. Or I could continue to invite disaster into my life by continuing in the Do or Die method. The payoff of making this major change in my modus operandi seems very obvious and attractive. However, the question remains,

what’s my motivation?

Monday, July 6, 2009

Ode to my cat's Zen

My female cat is the embodiment of Zen. Her name is Zena (with a Z because of her crooked tail), but we call her Baby Girl. She is a gentle, petite, sweet disposition, Tabby. I see her curled up on her pillow in a spot of sunlight, or sometimes playing enthusiastically with nothing more than her own tail and I yearn for her simplicity of joy. For her, 'Be Here Now' is not a striving for higher consciousness, but her existence. This morning I looked into her beautiful large gold brown eyes and saw serenity.

Baby Girl Knows

Languid, soft, and sweet companion
friend, teacher, feline daughter
Independence, home,
the simple, important things
Baby Girl knows

Soft voice calling me
from profound thought
Diminutive steps,
arched back, beckon touch, love
Baby Girl knows

Moments of great sadness, tears
She offers sincere affection,
gentle kiss, mew
Sooths hurt with doe eyes and silken fur
Baby Girl knows

Spontaneous joy, the hunt, childish play
importance of a soft bed
a simple touch
Her face serene in contentment
Baby Girl knows

Little tiger face peaking through ferns
the mighty huntress in the grass,
plucky in pursuit of flies
Unaware the passing of time,
no concept of beginning, ending
only here, not here
A moment unto itself, delight
Minimalist,
Zen

Petite, brown eyed, feline Buddha
I seek your enlightenment,
your brave, unabashed,
bountiful existence
Teach me

I am as positive that pure joy
is to be curled in a ball
like a pill bug on a pillow,
face cozied up to one’s own fluffy tail
as I am that behind large, soft, brown doe eyes
Baby Girl knows

Friday, July 3, 2009

Grey Summer's Morn

Such a grey summer’s morning, it leaves the mind to wander. There is no desire to venture out or accomplish anything that would give a sense of reality to the day. I am happily perched upon my balcony looking out, taking in the foggy, dream like lake. The monochrome landscape may reduce the mind to sleep or ignite the imagination. In the absence of color the mind paints its’ own scenes and lovely words, songs, begin to form, but fail to materialize beyond their implied birth.
Ideas dance in my head, sometimes elegant, sometimes wild. As they take shape, if I tried to take hold of any one of them, they would all flutter away like monarchs on an August afternoon, and so I simply let them dance. I admire each one and let them work their spell on me. The sublime, the fanciful, and the brilliant are born from stuff of nothingness leaked out from some unknown crevice in my head, and mingled with the mystery of lake fog. Surely all great thought and thinkers were born this way. I am on the brink of something, an original thought so magnificent that the world will rejoice at its’ coming. Careful. Pull back. Do not try to touch that thought or you will loose them all.
There is an annoyance, an agitation at my nape like a stinging insect. Its’ buzzing, “Get up. There is work to do.” I swipe at it. Buzz. Buzz. “Don’t while your day away with useless day dreams you fool.” That last sting so irritates me that I am snapped from my perfect state. How dare the sensible mind interrupt my perfect reverie!
Refocused, I find there is no recapturing the dream like quality. The spell is broken. Reality has taken shape and it is just a grey rainy day with work to be done. I leave the balcony and take up the task of the laundry.