Up

I am bound and determined that things will go my way. I'm going to look up. Not look up to someone, boss, coworker, whatever. I'm looking up to the sky, up to the top, up to the positive influence of my life.

I'm sick of being down all the time. I finally realized I needed help. I've gritted my teeth and done it. I asked for help. Things WILL get better. I WILL find a way to get through.

Look at this... who am I convincing?

More likely myself than any of you.

But.

I'm on my way up.

Whether I have to climb an old wooden ladder, or I win the lottery and get an escalator, I don't care. I'm just sick of chutes. But now I'm back at square one. So I have only one place to go.

Up.