Lost

Lost, floating amid the nothingness with no idea of the directioni need to take, and in a moment of motivation I look up, turning my inward gaze outward, and I am overwhelmed by hopelessness and I cannot figure out the plan, so I stutter about the old, the plan I had before I was lost, the way I was going, but I have no idea what that is.

It is a funny thing, this sport I play.  There is a lot of the same thing happening, repeat, repeat, repeat, but sometimes the repetition feels good, well timed and the effect is glorious, but then a moment later it does not matter how much effort, strain I put in the effect is abosmal, and I cannot figure out how I will ever win another point again.

Confidence
So, all I have to do is make tomorrow better than today.  I don't have to change...

July 23
Books, that is what I am turning to this month.  Proactive action as suggested by...