One thing I did not want to do, but I did was shovel my driveway. We have a very long driveway and the snow was getting higher and higher last night until I went out to shovel. My dad was coming home from a dinner meeting last night and he needed to be able to get to our house. I went out, bundled up in my three layers to combat the freezing, white plane. The steady torrent of flurries impaired my vision, but I was determined to clear a path. After thirty minutes I had fully uncovered a treacherous sheet of ice that was formerly hidden by the snow. I used my shovel as a pickaxe, swinging it to shatter the ice and then I threw it to the side to reveal the asphalt underneath. It was a joyous moment for me to see all of my hard work come to fruition. I thought back to English class earlier that day and remembered how all of those heroes who completed the heroic cycle worked really hard and kept going and I felt like my completion of that task was almost a smaller version of that heroic cycle. Even though that was such a small task, it does have its own rewards.