no such thing as too much

I feel frustrated, stuck. I miss moving forward. I want to keep recovering, make progress.

I'm just tired of failing.

The irony here is palpable.

Sick of reviewing goals and seeing where they derailed, try again, start from not quite the beginning—two steps forward, then jitterbug my way back, only to fall down from exhaustion and stare longingly at where I meant to be all this time——force myself up.

Keep going, just keep going.