The cruel reality is that not every day is perfect and some are so far from perfect that we cannot comprehend how we will get through them. These not so perfect days are the times when it can be so difficult to be grateful, joyous or keep the song going in our heart and the spirit of optimism in our attitude. Never the less they are the days that chisel out our character and make us who we are. Getting through those not so perfect days sometimes causes us to dig deep with in ourselves to call upon our inner strength and the character traits that define who we are.
The past couple of weeks I have found myself having to dig very deep to find motivation for many things. My energy stores have been so drained that even finding motivation to do simple household duties seemed to be overwhelming, let alone try to muster up the energy and motivation to fit in my 15 hours of Training for the week.
I have had to have a lot of talks with myself, digging deep inside me to find the strength I needed to make the hard choice to “start” a training session. I literally got tired of hearing myself say “come on Kathi, dig deep, you know it’s in there, dig deeper and find it”.
One day I was talking with my son Adam about “digging deep”. We were discussing what it means, what it takes, and what would cause someone to actually challenge them self in such a way. The next day Adam said to me “Mom, I know what it is that causes someone to dig deep, it’s DESIRE”. Then he asked me if I had a moment for him to read something to me. What follows is the poem that Adam wrote for me.

Desire
Oh what a desire
A curious, nefarious, singing thing
A no matter what the devil brings
A simply complex two faced sting
Burning o’er the pyre
Is it in the challenge
A dreary seldom seen time
A thought that all will be fine
A lust for poetic rhyme
Simply taking the plunge
Is it in the soul
A deep down tingling pain
A turgid wild hair to tame
A brief attempt to stave the rain
What is the end goal
Is it a feeling
A something made to perceive
A difference that does deceive
A prayer asking for reprieve
Floored to the ceiling
Oh this desire
A bring me back to life
A brief stiff wind at night
A Chance to see the light
A light from up higher
Desire