Emotions run in cycles... at least mine do. Today as I read a few of my favorite Steemians, I quickly became discouraged. I felt small, weak, and alone. Poop to that!
My problems grow when I begin to compare my situation to others. I should know better! I have many blessings to be thankful for. But I wish for better days I enjoyed in the past!
I once enjoyed a healthy body, a beautiful loving wife, and a good job. These days are gone. Every post I read this morning exposed my personal losses.
Rather than feel the raw nerve pain of personal weaknesses, I would prefer the firm grasp on HOPE. I have lost hope in the past. Losing hope is the natural outcome of self pity.
I am enough of a realist to recognize reality, but when reality sucks, the only solution is stubborn determination. Progress is made by daily conquest of our weaknesses.
Steemit will not solve my problems. It can only provide me with hope. I hope for a better tomorrow rather than a perfect tomorrow. I will strengthen this hope with confidence in today's effort. Inch by inch, I CAN do this.
Here is today's beauty.