No matter how much I try for it, it always ends up looking something like:
It doesn’t come with ease. It’s one thing or it’s another.
Push, push, push yourself.
I guess it’s what we constantly strive for. I know it’s what I am constantly striving for.
Maybe it’s the striving that throws me off. Maybe just the mere awareness of it makes it more attainable. Who knows. But something doesn’t feel quite right.