There is just nothing you can do about it. Sometimes life just sucks. And when that happens the sissy, wuss bags lay down and give up. I'm not a sissy, wuss bag.
There is no snow on the ground so I just keep going. I spent today putting up fence posts and taking down other fence posts. Rolling up and and taking down the old wire. Old wire on a cold blowy day doesn't do much for your hands. But I got a fair amount done none the less. Soon I'll be ready to have the neighbor down to auger out the holes for the wood corner posts. I still have plans for a round pen..... NEVER SAY DIE!!!
The other day when it rained I built my binding jig for my little books. I can't give up on that either. No matter what, I can't seem to quit. Things get harder but I can't quit. I seem to have the need to just keep beating my head against the wall. Bruised and bloody but still moving forward. The bruised and bloody is mostly emotional. Though I did raise a goose egg on my head today after hitting myself on the noggin with the post pounder. That's okay.... sometimes a bit of pain brings about clarity.
I know things will get better though... I know this. I have a dream to catch.