who inspires me

It's not who inspires me, but it's who keeps me going when I'm feeling like I could give up at any time. I've always been a daddy's girl. There's not a lot of things that inspire me. It's more like if I see something that captures my interest and gives me ideas, I can extend and expand on those ideas- but they don't last. There's been times where I thought passing classes with flying colours was too far away. It was then that my dad would tell me to "keep going". I knew he'd be disappointed in high school when I got a low grade on a paper, but he'd never say anything to me- ever (which I felt was worse). 

When it came to little credits that I had gained through a science test, he would boast about it gleefully. When it comes to little things like that, it motivated me. Coming from a small rural town there is a subtle awareness in expecting a low success rate at the only high school with the population of 375 ranging from year 7 to year 13. Theres not much hope when it comes to my home town. To me it was akin to knowing our fate was to stay and live on the farm and not travel anywhere because there was no need. There were nights that I stayed up late doing projects/ homework etc, where the only light in the house shined on my workload. My dad would wonder into the kitchen seeing what I was up to. He'd ask "Daughter why are you still awake?". I would sweep my hand in front of me indicating the obvious. 

He would stare at it, then back and me, then finally offer help even though we both knew he wasn't much use. I say "I'm about to finish".

Placated, dad would make me a cup of tea, kiss my forehead and say "go hard my girl" before he went to bed. When he leaves I think about the moments like that that had happened before. I thank God for giving me the best supporting dad ever. He is my inspiration, my motivation, and my hero.