it’s hard to push a freight train over a hill. and as much rain, snow, and sleet that has been thrown at me i should give up.
but i can’t. everyday i wake up and i dream a new way to attack the hill and one day that freight train will move an inch. i still think that will be a victory.
every sensible part of my brain says….adjust. play the game. fit the mold. just be happy in small success you know you can accomplish. but anyone who knows me well knows that the absurd side of my brain has taken over a long time ago. that bitch keeps telling me to push the frieght train over the hill.
