Fixing What Broke

Failing hurts. A lot. It's dispiriting, discouraging, and can be quite the crater to have to climb out from. But it can also be very motivating. Yes, it's a lot of work to get back to where you started, but at least you're not in the dark anymore.

It's made me be a lot less precious about things, and more willing to break apart what I've been doing and look at it critically. Made me think and analyze. I think I've figured out some of the problems I've been having, and have been force-feeding myself paths to the solutions. It's hard to be objective, but I'm trying. I've already learned a lot, and continue to do so.

It's all forward progress, and at the very least, I can be proud of myself for trying to fix things, rather than just complaining or worse, giving up.

I know the last few posts have had similar themes and topics, but that's where I'm at right now. Building new foundations under a house that's already there is hard, and tricky, and takes time. Lots of levitation and frantic shoveling.

But the cherry blossoms are out, the air is warmer, and the return of the sun might just also be the light at the end of the tunnel.