I enjoy my work. I’m in a lucky position that I can say this. Not many are, and it is ever increasingly the case, even if you do, there’s little security this will continue. I am grateful to be in this position, and grateful that I am able to support my family with it. At lunch today, with Mr Airmiles, I was talking to him how I’ve just lost my mojo. He asked if it was to do with the work I was currently doing. And it’s not. I’ve just lost my mojo. I still enjoy what I do, the #oomph to do more is just lacking.
This is also slightly worrying to those I work with. This is an open blog, and I’m openly telling you I don’t have the motivation to do more work? This is akin to getting myself sacked surely? Maybe it is. It depends on how seriously you want to see this as something to worry about.
It’s actually nothing to worry about. We all have peaks and troughs in our approach to work. No amount of engaging, motivating, kicking up the arse will make a difference, it’s a personal thing. I’ll get over it, and I will be back firing all guns once more. But until then I’m just not motivated.
Does this mean though that I’m not doing a good job? No. I’m still good at what I do, that hasn’t changed. And I still enjoy what I do, that hasn’t changed either. And I’ll still put my best foot forward, that hasn’t changed either. I just don’t care about it.
It’s cos I got stuff to deal with and it’s fucking annoying. I’m a procrastinator on all things personal. And it’s not easy stuff either. I tend to let things linger, and this means things happen later than they probably need to. This post isn’t for you to write a sympathetic note or comment about. It’s just me admitting to myself that this is an epic trough. <insert scream, punching and any other form of appropriate release>.