You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town

I pray not to be such a whiny, self-obsessed baby, and give thanks that I am not quite as bad as I used to be (talk about miracles). Then something comes up, and I overreact and blame and sulk, and it feels like I haven't made any progress at all. But it turns out I'm less of a brat than before, and I hit the reset button much sooner, shake it off, and get my sense if humor back.

Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.

The truth is that progress is usually small and sneaky.

You can get the monkey off your back, but the circus never leaves town

There is ecstasy in paying attention.

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.