Motivation
Two days ago I had a bad writting day. The air was cold and I was not having it. But I sat down and wrote anyway, even though I knew that it would be difficult. And I barely got a paragraph out of me. So, I go to work, feeling like the worst writer who ever lived. I do my job, take people's plates, and I mumble prayers under my breath. I tell God that I can't go anywhere if I'm only able to write a paragraph a day, I need more pages under my belt. I'm passing by an older guy and he stops me as I collect his plate. He thanks me for the meal and he tells me that he's been watching me for a few years. Whether that is true or not, I don't know. It could be the ramblings of a man with dementia for all I know. But he says something to me that strikes me, he says "you do a good job, you'll go far." I'll go far? At first, I was ready to dismiss what he was saying. Just a coincidence, no way that it's from God. But all good things come from God. So even if it didn't come the way I wanted it, it still came. So I'll take that and go with it. The next days I sit down again and the words flow a little better. I don't know where I'm going with this story but I hope it turns out as good as I hoped.
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