Today... I feel like I'm standing at the bottom of a really huge mountain looking up. I can see the top, I know what's up there, I know how to get there, and I long to be there, but I know I won't get there by sundown. I probably won't even be there by sundown... next year! It's going to take a long time and I will most definately have to push my way through some rough terrain. I'm so anxious! I feel like one of those little spoiled brat kids (you know the type, you've seen them at the supermarket). I want what I want... Right Now!!! I want to throw a tantrum! The only difference between me and the aforesaid little brat is that I know a tantrum won't get me up that mountain. It'll just wear me out and take a few miles of today's journey. I know none of this really makes sense since I haven't explained my goals. I'm wary of putting those goals down in print just in case they don't happen. Then I'll feel like I've failed. (my self-confidence has called in sick for the day). squeeze.