What motivates you?

A very simple question today and yet, it makes me have many questions in response. The first of those questions is…motivates me for what? What motivates me to get out of bed in the morning? Easy. I have to pee. What motivates me to not get back in bed? I have to go to work. What motivates me to go to work? The fact that I like money and I need to have some. These questions could go on and on. It’s the whole, if you give a mouse a cookie thing.

To be fair, big picture motivation is important. When I was first getting into running, my motivation was so that I would lose weight and improve my physical health so I could have a healthy pregnancy when it was time. I got into running the second time because a former student emailed me on Christmas Eve and talked about how fat I was. True story.

Now though? I don’t do anything big like running or trying to turn my life around in that way. I did do quite a bit of changing this past year. But honestly, I wasn’t trying. It just happened. And it happened because I quit my job which I was motivated to do because I received a phone call that nobody should ever be subjected to receiving. Along that same line, my motivation for talking about what happened was fueled by spite and a desire to not be silenced anymore. As I’ve said before, people need to know what happened. It’s honestly a cautionary tale in a way.

Looking to the future, I guess the big motivation would revolve around goals I have for my life. And honestly, I don’t have really huge goals. I do want to write a book and be a published author. I want to build my platform so I can share my stories and hopefully inspire and motivate others. Or even just spread the joy of something I experienced. Even if what I write isn’t inspiring or motivating, maybe someone will think my stories are at least interesting enough to read to the end. Please don’t DNF my book! I say that with a smile. My voice isn’t for everybody I’m sure. But I’m still motivated to try and make it heard.

9 responses

  1. I promise I won’t DNF your book. But you gotta write and publish it first.

    1. Oh yeah…guess I should get on that. 🤣

  2. Wait a minute… What?!

    “I got into running the second time because a former student emailed me on Christmas Eve and talked about how fat I was. True story.”

    😩😮‍💨😒 That student ought to be ashamed. What in the world?!

    1. Yep. This was after he left my school the year before. It was shocking because he and I really had a good rapport and talked a lot outside of just regular lessons. But his home life was very…I don’t know…not good, for lack of a better word. So I think he said all that for some deeper emotional reason that had nothing to do with me. However, I never forgot and about four years after that, he came back to my school—when I was the principal, to ask if I would help with something related to his current school. I was away at a meeting that day so my secretary told me about him showing up. I absolutely did not call him like he asked and offer my help with whatever it was. Petty? Yes. Well deserved pettiness? Also yes. (Don’t ask me why I checked my work email on Christmas Eve, I don’t know why, lol!)

      1. Okay, I ask because I have to have clarity, so please be patient with me.

        He dropped by your office while you were not there to ask for help for something he needed at his school at that time, after he sent this email to you?!

      2. Yes. Four years later, but yes. He didn’t know I was the principal and he didn’t know I wouldn’t be there.

      3. Ah. Cuz I was about to say, “The unmitigated gall!!!” Still, expecting you to help him after sending an email of that caliber is dirty work!

      4. Right?! I SO wish I had been there that day to see the look on his face when he realized who he needed to ask help from.

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