Motivation is the “get up and go” drive that people possess. I see it as “life force” itself. It’s perhaps an antiquated way of framing it or phrasing it but it’s accurate:
I see people with a lot of motivation and experience them as lively and eager.
I see people with little motivation and experience them as sedate and reluctant.

I have thought for a few months about whether I wanted to say this or not but here it goes: I don’t like working with people of low motivation. They have little life force in them and thus much less capacity for change than highly motivated people. There are some exceptions and obviously the “therapeutic bond” helps things along. But people who have low motivation are hard to form bonds with.

I used to see deep trauma work as the philosophical high point of coaching/consulting/therapy but more and more I am coming to see that this kind of work limits the horizons of the worker themselves. I do think it’s important, for keeping perspective, to take on a “hard case” now and then. However, tending to people with little life force as a career doesn’t appeal to me. It never did. That’s partly why I left my Counseling degree program a few years ago. I knew I didn’t want to work with Third World drug addicts in a Portland, OR homeless shelter or some other placement where there’d be court-mandated clients. That’s how the majority of counselors cut their teeth their first few years. I have stayed out of it and I am glad for it.

I see so much of the counseling industry as dealing with the after-the-fact maleffects of the welfare state, mass migration, and atomization of the family unit via state subsidized feminism. I didn’t want to chase my own tail tending to smashed up people when the root cause was still out there, running loose. I see the world so much more politically than I did a few years ago.

But, I digress.

A person with high life force, such as myself, trades away his energy in order to bump people of lower life force up in a way that is stable, rational, and renewable. My work as a counselor has put an enormous strain and drain on me over the years. This work does on all who are at least semi rational healing workers. There are times where I tire of the strain and drain. I think about other fields of work I could do and make more money. Yet, there’s a juice in this work, a glimmer of gold. I just love people. I am absolutely nuts about people. I love them! And I do have ways of resting and recuperating. I get better at them as time goes by.

I don’t want to work with people who have low motivation anymore. I’d rather do real estate or an excavation company or live off savings and try to get more established as a writer than go that direction. I have my limits and I’m reaching them, after all these years. In a way, it’s a relief to admit it. I’m losing my interest in low motivation people. There aren’t lessons for me to learn there, for the time being. I have an aching need to grow in other ways, even if it costs me financially in the short run.

No, I’m not firing any clients.

I am simply letting the world know what I need and what I have learned. Low motivation people aren’t bad, in and of themselves, but they’re not who I need to be serving in this new stage of my life. I need to be more profitable and efficient.

My doors remain wide open to highly motivated people!