I feel strapped for cash all the time. Forward progress is happening, but it doesn’t feel forward enough. Fast enough. Can’t I just be early retired already?
Progress is painful. It’s like I’m mile 2 into a marathon, just realizing that the longest I’ve run before is a 5k and that I already feel a cramp coming on. It’s like it’d be so easy to just say f-it, give up now, and I could still pat myself on the back for nearly besting my personal best. Holding myself to task with this public monthly reckoning is helping to hold me accountable.