“I’ve tried. What else can I say?
I’ve given my all and still came up short.”
I’ve tried. What else can I say? I’ve given my all and still came up short. Short of obtaining a prize I set for myself. It’s like I’ve been held back by invisible shackles that has more give than a brick wall. Hidden reigns tied around my neck that offer no slack in the line. But I keep tugging and pulling against those restraints, like maybe one day it’ll make a difference. I suppose that’s alright. It means I haven’t given up. It means there’s still hope as long as I keep fighting.
© Sarah Doughty
So that is what I do.
Sarah Doughty 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Keep pushing if you think the end goal is worth it.
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The end goal, whatever that may be, should be an undertaking on a personal level. Doing something for another, like losing weight for a partner, often leads to failure. By focusing on the self, as in I want to be healthier so I’ll feel better and have that feeling last, has much more value to it. So when you come up short, you can analyze, adjust, and try again.
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Precisely.
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This resonates with me. It’s so hard when you give your best and it’s not good enough.
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Ugh isn’t it, though. We can give up or keep on trying.
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Yes! Keep fighting!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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