Log 152 ~Willing Cause For Occasion~

It doesn’t need to be noble, unique, or even a tragedy, I finished NaNoWriMo, and all I got is a YouTube video, so confetti, and a shirt I had to pay for but doing something like writing 50,000 words or getting out of bed. Willing Cause For Occasion.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Log 152 ~Willing Cause For Occasion~

Hey Lady Lu,
I am a billionaire right now, and you would think that would be enough. Yes, I have been listening to a lot of my motivations lately. If you recall last year or the year before, I got heavy into Fearless Motivation, Fearless Soul. I began “studying” Eric Thomas, Tom Bilyeu, and with this year Dale Carnegie. Now being honest, Lady Luna, I started reading and listening to him because of Dennis Hof. The thing is, with all of these works and teachers they require, Purpose, Discipline, and a Lack Of Sleep, SIGH.

Yesterday My Lady, I tried, and you know I’m always on the cusp of quoting Master Yoda. Anyway, I was reading, and when I began to read the same sentence twenty times in a row well. Now it’s not like I didn’t pay for it, I missed around a half-hour of wrestling. Don’t ask me what I ate for the last two nights? A bag of Goldfish crackers a kid left, six muffins, and four while I was in bed. There were two bags of sour gummy bears that I packed and two cookies. Is this what my life is worth, I ate Thanksgiving Dinner before working Black Friday and again I can’t stand my Day Job. So why do I try so hard at something I detest but do so poorly on things I enjoy. Yet last night, Brooke Logan plus Cherry. I’m still Family-Friendly SIGH; if you look any of those names up, you have only yourself to blame. I wish I could share, but I know better.

So as for today, why did I bother getting up at all? I mean, I got out of bed, put on my boots instead of my slippers, and then what? I played TWD so I could finish the Daily Challenge. My Dæmon has been outside and has eaten breakfast. I even made the bed today. I am stopping myself from crawling back in. I played some Pac Man; it’s been bothering me since seeing in at the Day Job. I counted up my savings, $625.00 since Indiana Gone’s Wedding. How I climbed in the shower this morning, is a miracle, besides being sore and my ear still hurting. Now I find myself talking to you. My whole point is with my motivations I need something to drive me, well, after NaNoWriMo. It’s not going to be Christmas, but staying on the cusp of survival or counting my sins, isn’t helping.

Life, Willing Cause For Occasion.

I Will Have No Fear