The vicious cycle makes me crazy. Around and around I go. Seems every time I get focused, it’s brief. Not long enough to take root, I believe. Sometimes the seeds planted take time to grow. Seasons. What season am I in? In that moment of frustration, the choices are made out of emotion. Whether that is anger, mostly at myself, or frustration or what’s the use? The strength then seems to emerge from somewhere within. Is the prayers of those who have considered me in their thoughts? Is it the power of the Holy Spirit? Is it the dogged determination that I will not give up no matter what? Is it the faith that He will never leave me nor forsake me? Is the realization that this too shall pass? Is it part of climbing the mountain?