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Yeah… On July 28th the daily writing prompt asked where your nickname comes from. I don’t have a nickname so my response included explaining where my name comes from.

So yeah… I have literally done this one already. Oh well.

My parents were expecting their second child. The first was a girl named Lisa. For their second child, I don’t know what the chosen female name would have been. The male name was my father’s name. Robert James. That second child was a boy… me. 52 years later, my father and I are still both named Robert James. He goes by Bob. I go by Rob.

And that, friends, neighbors, and loyal readers, is that story.

Again.

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I have no idea how to answer this question. Also, I am running late this morning so I don’t have any time to spend thinking about it. You’re just getting a gut reaction post today. Sorry.

My main motivation for pretty much everything is my family. I do what I can with the primary purpose of helping Jen and the Kids. Helping however they need help. Making them happy, making them secure, making their lives slightly easier by doing things so they don’t have to do them themselves. That sort of thing.

Outside of family, the motivation at work is the pay check that comes at the end of the month. That’s pretty standard and straightforward, right? I also am motivated to make things easier for my staff, and to make them look good to upper management. That sort of thing. Whatever I can do to help.

There’s also the creative motivation that pushes me to keep making bad music and bad photos. I am not sure what the purpose behind all of that is beyond my own mental health. Some sort of creative outlet makes me feel better about the world around me. It’s hard to stress about nazis in your neighborhood when you’re playing guitar at a gratuitous volume, you know?

Those are the main ideas, I think. Now I have to publish this so I can finish getting ready for work and get out the door to the office in time to sit in an hour and a half worth of gridlock. Yippee.