Pondering My Starbucks Cup

I have officially run out original ideas.
So here are someone else's words that I found in the last place I would of thought to look: the side of my morning coffee cup.
They will have to do until I can think of something creative on my own.

"My father said being an artist was the shortest road to the poorhouse, claiming 'real' work is something you don't like. I ignored him through oppositional behavior, later reasoning that only an idiot sets out to find the poorhouse, not to mention devote himself to something he doesn't love. Instead, I discovered an interesting back road to the unknown, and deliberately without a safety net." -Russell Chatham

So There!

I, like may people, have a fair share of bad habits. One of the biggies is my competitive nature. In fact I nearly killed myself the other day at the gym when I saw a girl on the rowing machine, pulling splits close to what were my best in college.
So after she completed her thirty minute workout, putting me to shame with her perfect complexion glistening with sweat and thighs that could likely crush walnuts, it was my turn.

I drove my legs with more determination than I had in months. I was determined to show her up, concentrating on the big display that showed I was actually beating her splits. I pushed and pushed to beat her.

It was the best four minutes of my entire week.