I am determined to post in my blog every day. No matter what. Since I hit my one year goal of writing every day, the momentum has begun to slow down. I’m losing sight of what it is I wanted to accomplish with my blog. What I wanted to was get better at writing.
I realized last week that determination and motivation sometimes go hand in hand. Even though it isn’t always necessarily that case.
Last week we had a few days of snow. This is rather unusual for the Vancouver area and surrounding suburbs. Our little side street did not get the luxury of being plowed or salted. This made the snow become rather thick. Even as vehicles drove down our street, all it did was compact it down making it more slick. Over night last Wednesday it rained. It made a slushy mess, but there still remained about a foot of snow.
Now, my neighbor across the street is a nice gentleman in his 80’s. Every morning at 7:50 he and his wife leave for breakfast. EVERY SINGLE MORNING. They’ve done it for years. YEARS. I can tell if my children are late getting up for school if I see him backing out of his driveway in the morning. They meet up with old friends at our local Co-Op restaurant every day. My wife and I have joined them on occasion (more by accident because we are hungry and didn’t want to make our own breakfast).
On Thursday morning he was backing out of his driveway and got his truck stuck in the middle of the road. I went out to help him dig it out. My wife came out as well and was speaking to his wife. Turns out it was her birthday that day. They weren’t going to do anything special for her birthday. They just wanted to head out for breakfast. After ten or fifteen minutes, we managed to get his truck back into his driveway. He thanked me. So my wife and I headed back into our home. He did not.
He was determined to go for breakfast with his wife on her birthday. Even though it was their daily routine and they could have skipped it for a day, the snow wasn’t going to stop them. Out came his tractor and he began clearing a path on our street in order to get his truck out. His determination to go for breakfast was astounding. Perhaps he was a bit motivated by the fact that it was his wife’s birthday that day. No need for them to miss seeing their old friends.
After he cleared a spot in front of his driveway, he cleared the road in front of our home. My good deed earlier was reciprocated. My motivation to help him was just a neighborly thing to do. His motivation to get out of his driveway was to enjoy his regular breakfast routine.
Even though I may not always be motivated to write, I am determined to write each and every day. Much like the determination my elderly neighbor has to go for breakfast every day. Some days there a bit more motivation involved.