This post isn’t really written for you. This post isn’t really written for me either, at least not fully. This post is written to trick my mind into a state of productivity and motivation. I have been caught in a battle of sloth-like tiredness vs. a strong desire for motivation. I have a paper to write, to finish, and to hand in by the end of the night, but alas, the slothyness within me is winning. So here I am, writing something to try and fool my mind into a strong willingness to write and write until my paper is done. I am battling a musical stomach due to delicious, but untrustworthy, lasagna. My eyes have been bloodshot for hours. By back muscles represent the Rocky Mountains. But. I must. Write.
I have to write a paper on predestination. It’s a personal reflection, and as much as I’ve reflected on the topic, I’m still not sure of my feelings. Oh boy. But hey, I gotta do it, right? One way or another. I’ve put it off for long enough.
It’s time to do this.
It’s time to write.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but truly, I don’t want to be a sloth.