It is easy to give up hope for setting goals and making plans. I like to make a list of tasks at the beginning the day, but I've found that I'm rarely able to accomplish even a modest number of the things that I ought to be able to complete within a sixteen hour span. Actually, if I get one thing done, then I feel like I've succeeded in some way. Some people are highly regimented about their day. They have everything planned out, down to half-hour increments, and they follow their plan. They exercise, clean the house, prepare food, go to work, and somehow still seem to allocate an hour toward some hobby. Just one hobby.

I wish I could be a little bit like this. So much of my life has been wasted by lack of focus, and I want to execute some of the plans and goals that I've set for myself, but that feels hopeless and unrealistic. I feel tempted to quit trying, but giving up hope and quitting is a kind of self-deletion, and I refuse to do that. I will keep trying.