Getting motivated is an obstacle that used to plague me. Every night when I went to bed (later than I liked because I was procrastinating in actually going to my bedroom) I’d lie there, stressed out, thinking about my day’s dismal accomplishments and became overwhelmed. I had good intentions every morning, then, BAM. Life hit me square between the eyes.

With today’s modern advances in technology one would think it would be easy to get and stay motivated. However, I found the exact opposite was true for me! There are so many options and choices available that I got overwhelmed and ended up frustrated. It’s not just one choice of a list of choices because each choice has several options. What? Really? What happened to the simple yes or no choice? In or out? Up or down? On or off? Enough already? No, not really, what about the rest of the list? Cue the migraine.

That’s just the to do stuff. Some of us have work or school that takes up the majority of our day and our list has to be prioritized into the time we have left. If you’re a mom with young kids, good luck maintaining your peace of mind throughout the day because some kind of issue is bound to pop up. Did you forget it’s your turn to do the carpool for soccer tomorrow? How much money is left on the kid’s lunch account? Is the milk you bought at the end of last week still good? Are you sure? These questions will only cross your mind after 11:00pm because that’s when your autopilot will most likely turn itself off giving you the opportunity to actually think instead of react.

I know I am not alone in this! Many people have, like myself, become overwhelmed with life’s choices. Should we spend the rest of our life feeling bad about it? And what’s fix for it? I haven’t found the perfect solution that will work for everyone but I found one that usually works for me. I delegate what I can, I keep my options as simple as possible, and I learn how to avoid time snatchers (spam, online games, unimportant mail, other people’s emergencies, and non-issue issues.)

Now when I go to bed (still not at my ideal time but I’m a work in progress) I review my day’s accomplishments and I sometimes still fall short, but tomorrow is another day to try to do better. I no longer beat myself up for not being perfect and as long as it’s not an emergency I’m not going to worry about it now, I can do that tomorrow. As I finally drift off to sleep Scarlet O’Hara’s words cross my mind, “After all, tomorrow is another day.”