this morning #982.

this morning, i was certain that, in the time that i’d slept, someone had crept in & moved the goalposts once again, put progress slightly out of reach. i’d been moving much closer to the end zone but, with each successive setback, i moved closer to giving up all together. having to string together these short-term strategies is exhausting. sisyphean struggle. uphill battle. it’s like i’ve been sentenced to life without the possibility of control. challenge after challenge. before i completely freaked out, i placed a call to my boss. he’ll know what’s up, if i should worry, if the rumors on the news are really news or just rumors. either way, once something’s on the news, it’s that closer to becoming true.