It's difficult to find yourself staying consistently
motivated when working on a long-term complex task. I am currently working on a
detailed drawing that is likely going to take over 50 hours of work to
complete. On some evenings, I find myself lacking the motivation and energy to
work on it. Recently, I stumbled upon a strategy that might be useful for other
artists.
When I felt I didn't have the energy to draw, I looked at
the uncompleted drawing and mentally mapped out which area within the drawing I
would be working on during my next drawing session. Being specific like this
and picking a goal for the night allowed me to not feel as overwhelmed.
It created a manageable and less daunting goal and this caused an uptick in
much-needed motivation. I no longer dreaded sitting down and beginning the work
because I had a clear goal with boundaries in sight.
This strategy can be applied to any sufficiently complex
task that can be broken down into smaller and more specific pieces. It doesn't
only apply in the context of making art. I am sure most people are familiar with the general idea
of breaking down a large task into smaller chunks and working from there.
I suppose this advice had never truly clicked for me until very recently. I was
aware of the strategy at an intellectual level but it had never resonated at an
emotional level until now.
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