motivation--the driving force behind all actions that are set towards goals and destinations. if the water is cold enough, can i get to the small island in the middle of the river? will i want to get there all the more quickly, to say i beat the cold and the current? or will i dash out back to shore, claiming shivers and numb feet? or can i just wade first? who says i have to do either one thing or the other? just try, wade in a little at a time...an old hymn sings "wade in the water....wade in the water, children....wade in the water....God's gonna trouble the water....God's gonna trouble the water...." don't trouble the water, Lord. levels are high this season, and the rapids are fast, though they look harmless enough. one wrong step, one misstep, and you tumble right in. step by step. step. step. i'll get through this, i'll get to it. i'll get to that island, and then to the other side. i'll get there, i will, you'll see. you think my feelings have changed since last night? think i don't want it more than twenty-four hours ago? i still do, and i aim for it. i aim for the island--a place to rest, regain my strength and my wit, and my courage--which i'll need for the journey across to the other side. the other side, my destination, my goal. the place i want to be. rusted wheel, move on. i'll turn you myself if i have to.