There's something about sweat dripping down my forehead and the feeling of blood running through my veins that makes me glad that I'm alive and able to live another day.
I motivate myself But I can't say that I don't have help from others. I pushed myself a lot yesterday and today and was frustrated due to my failure (even though it wasn't a failure, but in my mind anything less than is a failure). I have to learn to be grateful and more patient with myself. It takes time to grow and to learn. And through God, I surely will.