I’ve been pursuing some goals. And I have chugged up the the top of the hill, and then had the goal ripped out of my hands.
Then on to the next one and rush rush, get all ready and then have the rug pulled away again.
It’s enough to make a girl cautious. I am having a little trouble working up enthusiasm for the next one.
I tell myself that I am closer to my goal, and that all these near misses indicate that I am very close to achieving my dream.
it’s tough. I have to keep trucking. I have to keep trying.