Do you think Olympic hurdlers ever get half way through their race, realise they’ve just jumped over a whole bunch of hurdles, and still have a load to go, and wonder why they’re doing it? Or a swimmer, tumbling into their fourth lap and just tiring of swimming?
I’m no Olympian and my struggles are way more banal, but that’s how this mid-trimester break is feeling. Stay up all night finishing one assignment, celebrate with a nap before getting started on the next 2. It can be hard to continue along a process without a progression of gratification to keep you going.
But I suppose that’s what separates people. There’s always a point where you want to give up, and at the end of it all, you’ve either continued on and have something to show for it, or you took an easier path that didn’t lead anywhere.
Staying up and finishing the assignment, or going to the gym when you don’t feel like it, making that phone call, applying for that job… Whatever it is that you’re supposed to be doing, but avoiding, think of what your end goal is, and realise that it’s bigger than the first task you’re facing now. If it doesn’t lead somewhere that’s worth it, reconsider your goals.
The kid who stops jumping the hurdles, or stops swimming mid-tumble, isn’t the kid who ends up making the Olympics. What are you aiming for?