Circling back around

A thing I do is get all excited and make a big push twards a goal or an art project or a remodel, then fizzle before it's finished. I have to work, or mow, or sleep, or you know, WHATEVER! I feel as if I've been right here a zillion times before. Like I'm going in circles. However, I recently had the thought: Maybe these aren't circles, but spirals? What if, with each pass, I'm getting closer to my life well lived? I'm going to embrace this notion. It's a hopeful one.