Both my coworkers have been off since last Thursday. The back up girl was unexpectedly off last week but thankfully returned this week.
But since she was off for the birth of her newest grandchild, who is now in NICU I don’t think I can count on her. She needs to be her daughter’s biggest support and that is more important than anything else.
So. As the days past, the things that don’t get done remain undone and those piles get bigger. I’m reminding myself daily that tomorrow is another day.
Last night I was there until 11pm. And still the giant pile remains. And expands because poor back up now has her own pile. She took on half my job on the busiest day and she has a full time job of her own. So.
Life happens as it will, however we plan it. Only one person was planned to be off. But my other co-worker ended up in the hospital. And as I said the back up has the new grandbaby. None of that could have been predicted. It’s just how life works.
However. I intended to go to work over the weekend to clear it to a fresh starting point. But I didn’t. So as a result I was there until 11pm last night and didn’t get as much done as I’d hoped. That weekend choice was something I could control and didn’t.
We always pay for those moments we don’t do something. I knew it when the stillness of my depression kept me in bed. But the knowledge didn’t move me. I wonder why knowledge isn’t motivating? Imagine how many of our personal problems would be solved if knowledge was enough for us to change. All the smokers would quit smoking, we all would exercise and eat well. No one would be overweight. We would all work on climate change… It’s odd how knowledge is just so useless as a catalyst for changing personal behavior.
I wonder if there are people who learn something and adapt their personal behavior immediately and permanently to the new information? If so, what is going on in their brain? Can I get that wiring?
I find emotion is mildly motivating, but not permanently motivating. Fear, of course, being the best motivator. But I think because we don’t remember emotions in the same way that we remember events or information, it’s not as permanent. And we obviously aren’t supposed to because when you remember deeply negative emotions like that, you have PTSD.
Anyway, all of this is to say, I’m not thrilled with my choices this past weekend. They were mostly dictated by the stillness that envelops my weekend, but it remains true that motivation is elusive, especially with depression. To the point of being useless.