Last week, I was in Italy sitting on a rooftop terrace overlooking the Mediterranean at sunset. The water was a glittering sea of diamonds as the sky turned an ever-intense shade of orange.
Now, I’m sitting in my office on a worn chair with its stuffing poking through, the heavy droning of an industrial air conditioner just outside my window. A dark sky blankets the city in ever-intense shades of gray.
I’m in no mood to work. I’m procrastinating, wasting time, accomplishing little.
This despite the fact that, like you, I’m passionate about what I do. I care deeply and work hard. But sometimes it’s really hard to work at all.