Motivation

This post is not meant to be an indictment against anyone else, but I need to post something about my own motivation while it is still fresh in my mind.

Money doesn’t motivate me. It is a nice by-product of what I do, but I will almost never do something for only money. There needs to be something more for me, or I will lost interest and give up on whatever I am doing and myself. It is too demoralizing to run after more money for the sake of more money. I can’t do it. You can ask my parents because I’m the kind of person who would neither hold onto money nor seek it out.

My motivation is derived from my creative need to always be thinking, to always be exploring to always be learning more and striving to be better and do something better than it was done before. It is the little things that make something better by being completely engrossed in a problem. The small efficiences that lead up to a huge gain in productivity. Always trying to new things to see if you can find something better.

It is not about not being content, but always striving for something more and better.

My motivation is my family whom I love dearly and would do anything for. It is waking up next to the love of my life (or the loves of my life if it was a hard night of sleep for the little man), the kisses as I walk out of the door and the hugs as I come back home after a day at work. The smiles, the laughing, the discussions and even the trials that it means to be a family.

My motivation comes from my faith in God and what his Son, Jesus, did for me. As a father myself, I can’t even begin to imagine what it is like to send your own son to be sacrificed for the saving of the world. It is the blessings that I receive this day and always have. It is the love that God has shown me that I know I don’t deserve because I trip and fall and stumble and fail and … you get the picture.

These things are what motivates me. These places are where I derive my motivation to do what I do every day. I thank God every day for what I have.