I realized that there is a lot more I want to say about motivation than I allowed in my posted comment. In mulling my thoughts over, more questions surface. Here goes:
When we are really in sync with ourselves, who needs motivation? It becomes rather superfluous, wouldn't you say? Likewise, when our desire outweighs our resistance, motivation becomes a non-issue.
When I need "motivation," I'm attempting to do something I don't want to do, like cleaning my bathroom, or doing administrative tasks. Motivation comes from my head to prod what my body and heart DON'T WANT to do. I say, the fewer the motivation sticks we have to endure, the better for healthy, joyful living. [Note to myself - pay someone to do this!]
Sometimes we are called to stand up to motivation and kill the beast. Maybe that is what Rebecca's response to the post comments imply: "Right now, I'm not motivated to do the things I absolutely love, which is why I'm so concerned."
"Killing the beast" acknowledges that it's time to get off the motivation merry-go-round. Sit still, take stock. Quit pushing. Peek under the symptoms. Be still and let the empty space open up for the hard questions to emerge. "What have I outgrown?" "What am I pretending to like?" "What do I really want instead?"
Most of us have probably found ourselves in the strange holding pattern Rebecca is circling around in. That place where nothing feels right. We are out of alignment in some way. And our head is usually the last to get it.
When the motivation wind gets knocked out of us, I consider that a wake-up call. My heart, that inner sense of knowing, has been attempting to reach me and I haven't been listening, or have chosen to ignore what I hear.
Last month my car, "Betsy," was involved in a minor fender bender. It didn't look like much damage on the outside, but the innards got knocked around a lot. New body parts needed to be fit in with the old, and the process didn't go quickly.
The same car analogy captures the challenging process we can find ourselves in when our motivation skips town. It may be that something no longer works for us, or fits us. Acknowledging that can feel scary and disruptive. It may involve changing part of our identity, or thought patterns, or ways of doing things.
If we trust and stay brave in our shaking boots, wisdom will eventually guide us to the necessary change. We must be patient and compassionate with ourselves - integrating that change requires some shifting and juggling to take place before that smooth alignment emerges, taking us back into the land of the living.
In my middle years, motivation bores me. I don't like the word. It conjures up the "carrot-stick" mentality. It's the head's way of thinking it knows best. NOT. I will give motivation its due. It acts as a gauge, alerting us to symptoms to attend to when it runs low.
But let's not confuse motivation with inspired living.