Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed


As we get older, it’s inevitable: shit happens – parts of our body start breaking down, requiring more and more effort to maintain. It’s easy to get sidetracked by becoming preoccupied with whatever is going south at that moment. The problem is, there always seems to be something requiring your attention, and it often involves some kind of housekeeping. You know the kind – the kind where you better address it now, before it becomes a real problem.

Anyway, I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment. No worries, it’s nothing I can’t handle. If there’s anything I’ve learned about myself, it’s that I’m stronger than whatever shitstorm life throws at me. It sucks, but I can do it.

I may not like it, but I can handle it. Do I really have any choice?