Accomplishment is tough. My axiom is that things usually take about six times the effort you first envision.
I remember sitting in dark smelly bars in my twenties, listening to folks that were sincerely going to do many grand things with their lives. It seems that it is just fine to dream about the big picture, but if we choose to ignore the small or mundane daily routines/tasks, nothing much in a larger sense ever gets done.
When my workshop in the garage is cluttered, I don't really want to be there. It's tough stepping over the mess and it drains my enthusiasm quickly. But if I spend a little time to organize and make it a bit neater, I miraculously find tons of hidden energy -- energy which is almost always rooted in and founded by motivation.
It has little to do with how much sleep I've had or if I've already expended a gagillion calories that day.
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"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
~ Albert Camus