It's not easy taking my problems one at a time when they refuse to get in line.
Things are gradually falling into place on top of me.
Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.
Where would I be without my sense of direction.
Not being able to do everything is no excuse for not doing everything you can.
If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.