Just -keep- going.
Math works, and you’re coming out in the (+) column. I am starting to realize how close to my short term goals I am.
Then there’s England. It has to be done. There will never be enough money. I will never be able to take a vacation. I’ll never have the luxury. I can never say “Okay, NOW you can go.” So I just have to go. Damn the consequences.
So I see a plan, and there’s something in my way, one week will set me back a months… I’m really scared.
It’ll all work out even when your head tells you it won’t.
“The careful man tries to dodge the bullets
while the happy man takes a walk.”
(A quiet reminder from the eels while everything else in my head rages)