Psychology or Mysticism?

I’m going to tell you a secret: this weekend, I was pretty unmotivated. Sure, yesterday I went and found a cache, but Saturday, I just didn’t have it in me. I logged a challenge and called it a day. Most of the time, I enjoy getting out there on the hunt, but some days I just don’t want to go out and do the thing. I get that not everyone is as driven as I am, or perhaps some are driven in different ways. Not everyone is getting out there every day to grab one. Heck, I haven’t literally gotten out there every day to grab one. I have certainly used my fair share of challenges over the years for days I couldn’t get out there, sometimes because of family obligations like celebrations or funerals, and sometimes for severe weather. Don’t even get me started on the Snowpocalypse! Six days of snow and ice, four challenges to stay out of the cold. But that’s what a challenge is for, I guess. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

My lack of motivation also means I’m behind on the book. It’s hard to make good on the promise to provide you all with the best book about travel and geocaching. In the same way that I didn’t feel the urge to cache on Saturday, I haven’t felt the urge to edit in weeks. It’s hard to look at a daunting task before you and start down that road. So many more edits loom, and I’m having trouble starting. But then again, I got this far, haven’t I? I made it to a manuscript. I managed to write this entry and years more before it. I managed to get all the way around Texas in the first place. I’ll get through this. But, boy, would I love a bottle of drive and motivation at this very second! Some days, providing for all of you is enough. On other days, I serve my vanity. But whatever I’m missing, I’ll find the thing. It’s not obvious at the moment, but if I keep looking, I’ll find it.

So, I guess my point here (and I do have one) is that sometimes caching is an exterior, physical exercise, and other times, it’s an internal, mental (dare I say spiritual) endeavor. At the risk of straining the metaphor to its breaking point, I’ve got a run of DNFs inside me right now, but I’ll find that cache and crack it open. I may have to keep at it or perhaps pull away and come back another time, but it won’t evade me forever. Some days you just have to log a challenge and go out again the next day.