During a difficult time in my career, going to work required an extra measure of effort. The details don’t matter now. Allow me to summarize by saying the prospect of interaction with certain customers and coworkers acted as an anchor dragging my motivation to a dark and murky depth.
As a man with family responsibilities, I continued to push myself out the door each workday morning, drive to the scene of the potential negative interactions, and perform my work as best I could.
I kept two photos on my desk back then. A family one, and a vacation picture I had taken on a particularly enjoyable trip. Both could bring a smile to my face each time I saw them.
The vacation photo represented where I would rather be.
The family photo reminded me why I was still at the office.
What is the one thing that drives you to wake up in the morning and do whatever it is you do? Is it writing, family, friends, or something else entirely?