Not really sure how to phrase it, but I've always had a problem with leaving things undone. Probably about to give up on my fourth game attempt, it itself an adaptation of a long abandoned attempt to write a novel. I've quit every job I've ever had within a couple of years, barely made it through college (after quitting once and coming back) only to quit the career track it put me on before it ever began and have seen pretty much every other hobby I've ever cared about fade into the past long ago for various reasons, though if I'm being honest most of those reasons are really just excuses I come up with to justify my penchant for walking away.
I don't know what's wrong with me, it's not an organizational problem as I've gotten thousands of pages of drafts, infosheets and timelines buried in a graveyard of looseleaf, CDs, flashdrives and floppy disks at this point and it's not really laziness as when I'm inspired I'll work like crazy, to the point of neglecting meals and sleep even at times and pretty much every job I've ever held loved me at first and I have no problem getting offered promotions...until I suddenly lose interest and from there it's either coasting along till I'm fired or more often than not quitting in advance of that. I've tried setting deadlines (which seem to make me quit even faster, then spend half the deadline moping about the fact I'm failing to live up to my commitments), scaling back my expectations to be more manageable (though they've never really been unrealistically grand to begin with, outside of the fact I don't ever finish them) and all the other usual self-help steps you get when you depressingly google the above question to no avail.
I have a drive to do this, I've wanted to make games since childhood and at this point it's really the only selfish part left of my psyche, the last vestiges of a time where my dreams were all my own rather than dreams for my children and I don't want to let that go. But I can't help but think at this point that maybe I really need to, as I'm not making progress and the continued trying to force myself to care enough to be productive again is just depressing me at this point. Then that makes me wonder if surrendering this last remnant of a lifetime of surrender will just continue the cycle, and that my investment in my kids futures could very well inadvertently be the next thing in line for me to allow myself to quit, a thought which truly terrifies me. But even if I don't let myself give up officially, the drive is gone once again, and once it's gone I can't ever seem to get it back, it just stagnates into obscurity within my own mind until I see no viable options but to revamp/start over.
I'm sorry for the late night pity post, not exactly my most lucid moment but I'm sitting here alone staring at the project I've not made any strides in in months, lacking the usual excuses I use to comfort myself; saying that there's just to much to do in the day to day with family to get anything done. Yet they're all 300+ miles away right now, and of course nothing has changed because they were never the problem, just my newest excuse to ignore the problem and keep myself from spiraling back into anxiety and self-loathing because of it. Has anyone else out there been there and managed to overcome such a nonsensical and idiotic idiosyncrasy? How do you combat something like that, where one day you just wake up and realize you have no desire whatsoever to continue and nothing short of starting over from scratch can revive your motivation no matter how long you cling on and hope you'll get it back one day?
I don't know what's wrong with me, it's not an organizational problem as I've gotten thousands of pages of drafts, infosheets and timelines buried in a graveyard of looseleaf, CDs, flashdrives and floppy disks at this point and it's not really laziness as when I'm inspired I'll work like crazy, to the point of neglecting meals and sleep even at times and pretty much every job I've ever held loved me at first and I have no problem getting offered promotions...until I suddenly lose interest and from there it's either coasting along till I'm fired or more often than not quitting in advance of that. I've tried setting deadlines (which seem to make me quit even faster, then spend half the deadline moping about the fact I'm failing to live up to my commitments), scaling back my expectations to be more manageable (though they've never really been unrealistically grand to begin with, outside of the fact I don't ever finish them) and all the other usual self-help steps you get when you depressingly google the above question to no avail.
I have a drive to do this, I've wanted to make games since childhood and at this point it's really the only selfish part left of my psyche, the last vestiges of a time where my dreams were all my own rather than dreams for my children and I don't want to let that go. But I can't help but think at this point that maybe I really need to, as I'm not making progress and the continued trying to force myself to care enough to be productive again is just depressing me at this point. Then that makes me wonder if surrendering this last remnant of a lifetime of surrender will just continue the cycle, and that my investment in my kids futures could very well inadvertently be the next thing in line for me to allow myself to quit, a thought which truly terrifies me. But even if I don't let myself give up officially, the drive is gone once again, and once it's gone I can't ever seem to get it back, it just stagnates into obscurity within my own mind until I see no viable options but to revamp/start over.
I'm sorry for the late night pity post, not exactly my most lucid moment but I'm sitting here alone staring at the project I've not made any strides in in months, lacking the usual excuses I use to comfort myself; saying that there's just to much to do in the day to day with family to get anything done. Yet they're all 300+ miles away right now, and of course nothing has changed because they were never the problem, just my newest excuse to ignore the problem and keep myself from spiraling back into anxiety and self-loathing because of it. Has anyone else out there been there and managed to overcome such a nonsensical and idiotic idiosyncrasy? How do you combat something like that, where one day you just wake up and realize you have no desire whatsoever to continue and nothing short of starting over from scratch can revive your motivation no matter how long you cling on and hope you'll get it back one day?
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