Motivating Others When You Need Motivation Too

Motivating Others When You Need Motivation Too

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Sometimes, I feel as though there is a fine line between motivating and micromanaging. After working in countless group projects, being the captain of club Field Hockey, and now being editor-in-chief of the Odyssey at William and Mary, I’ve been on both ends of the micromanaging and bossiness. However, I can’t decide which I hate more: being micromanaged or micromanaging. I do love motivating people -- it’s the best part of being a leader -- but, unfortunately, I lose motivation sometimes and then it seems hypocritical to motivate others. With finals approaching, William and Mary students are about to enter a week and a half of depleting motivation.

During the past field hockey season, we never had to beg people to come to games, but practice was a different story. On any given day, there could be five to 15 people at practice, which largely determines how productive our practice will be. I understand that having an hour and a half practice until 9 p.m. is not preferable, due to test schedules and other activities, but as a captain it was hard seeing my teammates leaving the gym instead of coming to practice that night.

The frustration of club Field Hockey stems from the fact that there are no coaches holding the teammates accountable. There is only the president, my co-captain, and myself and we are all college students who lack the intimidation factor, and don't possess any real power. I understand that not everyone has the same level of motivation as others and, sometimes, I forget to see it through their eyes. Lack of motivation is contagious and it weighs down on the leaders just as much as the other members.

Making sure that my writers stay focused and motivated is a weekly struggle. I love editing what my writers post, but because I go to a school where the Odyssey isn’t our only extracurricular activity, I have writers go weeks or months without posting, and the turnover rate of staff members is always increasing. I know a lot of the writers care, and they are the reason I took the job as editor-in-chief, however, I lose motivation too. Some weeks I question why I continue to take on this responsibility and if another staff member will quit. We have hit our stride in lots of areas, but we lack consistency and drive. I would love the writers to use this opportunity to build an amazing writing portfolio, or pursue a career in media or communications, but unfortunately not everyone utilizes it to the highest potential and submitting their articles just helps us stay afloat one more week.

We all lose motivation at some point, whether it’s the motivation to work out or the motivation to keep studying when all of your friends are relaxing. It feels wrong and hypocritical to motivate others when we do not feel motivated, but it’s necessary in order to boost morale and hold teammates, friends, and staff members accountable.

College is a test of our motivation every day. We can either succumb to the temptation of giving up, or we can rise to the challenge and continue fighting.

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We used to call it "flipping the switch." You would go through eight hours of school (somehow) and then your mentality would automatically change. The worries and stress from the school day would dwindle as you put on your cleats and begin to warm up. Anything that was going on in your life didn't matter when you hit the dirt. You create lifelong friendships with the girls you spent every day with for months at a time. Teammates who see you susceptible after a bad game and on cloud nine after one of your bests.

You develop a routine and superstitions. Hitting your bat on the inside of your cleat before you hit, chewing a certain type of gum on the volleyball court, how many times you spin the ball before you shoot a free throw, whatever your quirk was, you 100% believed it would make you play better. You practice in your free time with your dad, devote three to five months of your school year to a team, and play all summer long with your travel team as you live off hotel breakfast. Then one day, it's all over.

It is a feeling that nobody can prepare you for. They say enjoy it while it lasts but you never really understand what you'll be walking away from when you play your last game and hang it up for good. You lose a part of yourself when you're no longer an athlete. I forgot what it feels like to be competitive and be a part of something that is bigger than myself. It has been two years since I've played my last softball game and not a day goes by when I don't miss it. I didn't play because I wanted to go pro or even to the collegiate level, but I played because it was an escape and helped me become who I am.

You begin to forget what it felt like to hit the sweet spot on a bat, what it sounded like to have an audience cheer for you as you stand alone on second base and see your family in the stands, to hear the metal spikes of your cleats on concrete when walking in the dugout. It's simple things about the game you love that brought you pure joy and an escape from the world and the thoughts in your head. Batting practice was always mine. Focusing on nothing but the next pitch and how hard I could hit it.

When you have to watch the game from the other side of the fence, you realize how much pressure you put on yourself when you played. It's just a game. Make as many memories as you can and enjoy every inning because when you leave sports behind you have to find your inner athlete in other things. Create a workout routine, joining a club sport or intramurals, or even becoming a coach. As much as I miss the sport, I am thankful for everything it brought me. It taught me how to be a good friend, respect others around me, and to push myself to discover what I was capable of.

So, enjoy it while it lasts.

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Never thought I'd say it but here I am. I am happy to say I am proud to be where I am today but the thoughts of never playing a sport again linger in my mind. Those emotions of anticipation and excitement when it comes to playing a sport are long gone. Sad to say I will never have butterflies before running a race, floor burns all over my knees and sweat mixed with softball dirt all over me.

The little aspects that I took for granted are what I remember the most. I am who I am today because of my coaches and teammates. Each and every sport came with a support system to fall back on and friendships that would last a lifetime. My coaches and teammates taught me life long skills that I will carry with me forever. They taught me the true meaning of dedication, teamwork, perseverance and respect. Yes, I love the game but the connections and memories I have built have impacted me. Especially, the times I have created with my teammates and coaches on the bus rides, practices and game days.

Those are the moments I will never get back. I will never forget the times my volleyball teammates and I would run over to Perkins after a win. We would eat junkie, greasy food till our tummies were full but during those moments we were all owning the moment while being young and careless. Even during track season my teammates and I found time to have fun while running rigorous workouts. I will never forget the mid-dance parties during track meets to keep our mind off of the stress of performing to our best ability. Softball season always seemed to be on the road, which meant plenty of bus rides with my teammates. Those hours of traveling were the best from the never have I ever games to singing along to great hits.

I will never get the chance again to compete in front of a crowd. The cheers and the roars of the fans is such a surreal feeling. Running on the blue oval was something I will never forget. As much as I hated the queasy, uneasy feelings before running, I would go back for it one more time. Stepping foot on the blue oval meant a great athlete once took those same steps I did. The moment my teammates, coaches and I clinched the win to go to State for the first time in school history was unbelievable. It was an accomplishment for us seniors, for our coaches, for our families and fans, for our school and for the past softball players. We did something that was never done before in school history and all I can say is I'm proud to have done it with the group of girls that I did.

Getting to state and playing with the best of the best is remarkable but what seemed to be even better was getting a victory against a city rival. Everyone came out for those games from grandparents to students to alumni. Our best performances were amongst us when competing against city rivals. Particularly, through volleyball, my teammates and I seemed to be hungrier for a win whenever it was a city rival. I guess, the best moments happened when we beat a cross-town rival. You could say we got bragging rights for the year.

To all the athletes out there competing in their last game, last match or last race, relish in those last seconds because before you know it you will never pick up a ball again, race in a relay or dance after a victory.

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