A quiet thought about stillness, frustration, and trusting the lull
The disappearing act
Some mornings, I wake up and everything just feels heavier.
I look at my list, the dishes, the little things waiting for me, and nothing in me rises to meet it. Not even a spark.
It is not sadness exactly, not tiredness either, just a kind of fog.
Motivation has stepped out for the day, and it did not leave a note.
This used to send me straight into guilt.
I would try to push through, do something productive, snap out of it.
But lately, I have been sitting with it a little longer.
Letting it be.
Letting myself be.
When the spark is quiet
We love the high-energy version of ourselves. The one with to-do lists and a full calendar and new ideas bubbling up before breakfast. That version feels reliable, competent, strong.
But there is another version too.
The one who stares out the window a bit longer.
The one who forgets what she was just doing.
The one who cannot bring herself to care about goals right now.
And even though she is quieter, she is still me.
Still worthy.
Still doing her best.
Not everything has to be fixed
When motivation disappears, it is easy to slip into panic or shame.
What is wrong with me
Why can’t I just get moving
Why am I like this again
But maybe nothing is wrong.
Maybe it is just a pause.
A body asking for slowness.
A mind that is tired of always producing, always performing.
Maybe it is not a problem to solve, but a signal to listen to.
I do not need to find a solution right away.
I can simply sit here, in this slower space, and let it be what it is.
The gift of a slower season
We are not machines.
We do not run on perfect routines.
There will always be moments where the energy slips away, where the drive goes quiet, where nothing feels urgent or even that important.
And these seasons are not wasted.
They are often where something softer begins.
A new thought. A shift in direction. A deeper kind of rest.
The spark will return. It always does.
But until then, I can let the stillness be enough.
A small wondering
So I am wondering today, without rushing to the next task,
What if your lack of motivation is not a failure, but a pause your body needs?
What if you are not behind, not broken, not lazy,
just between waves?
The energy will return.
And when it does, you will meet it fully, because you gave yourself this space.
Warm greetings from a walking through a quiet phase mom
