Perhaps I’m more easily discouraged than others.
Momentum is everything for me. If I can get up a head of steam, I can get anything done and make anything work. But if I run into a long enough stream of small obstacles, my forward motion can grind to a halt and getting anything going again comes to feel impossible.
I know: try, try again. But what I wouldn’t give for a string of small successes—heck I’d settle for things just not going awry for a few weeks straight. So I could get the mojo working again, so that I could feel that my efforts stand a chance of amounting to something.
I hate feeling so worn down. This is not the way I’m supposed to be. I want to reclaim my native optimism and energy.
A Year Ago: Dance Like No One’s Watching…