Hello Whining, My Old Friend
I haven’t posted a good, solid whine in a while. Time to fix that. There have been so many happy posts lately, I didn’t want you to think the gloom had gone away.
Given that I was getting pony rides on Milton at the end of last year [I Ride Milton!], and we are now showing [Victory!], it’s going great. Given that I’ve had Milton for four years [Meet Milton], and we can’t do more than shuffle around at a trot [Maintaining Our Firm Grip On Last Place], not so great.
I get impatient.
I’m not impatient because I think I deserve great things. Quite the opposite. I get impatient because I am disgusted with myself. I start to wonder if any amount of progress will make up for the time I have wasted.
If I had made better choices. If I had worked harder. If I had … (voices in my head go hypersonic).
Opportunities are strewn before me in gracious abundance. When I fail to capitalize on them, I have only myself to blame. From there, it is a short slide into the fen of frustration.
Thank you for reading,