Do you ever try so hard to be the person you want to be and just utterly fail? Day.After.Day.
Constantly failing at something makes me want to just give up.
Will I ever be the kind, patient, tender-hearted woman that I want to be? Will I ever even make progress toward those things? I dunno. Today, it seems impossible and I feel empty with that depressing thought.
I know that tomorrow when I wake up, I'll have a new perspective -- for some reason, "a new day with no mistakes in it yet" gives me the boost I need to try yet again :)
For today, I get to sit in this beautiful library and use the free internet ... I am fortunate.