Never give up!
Never surrender! I don't say it, repeat it, because it's so firmly affixed in my beliefs, to demonstrate my sound convictions. I say it to remind myself to keep moving forward. I repeat it to convince myself that somewhere, along the way, I will hit upon a solution, find an answer, make things work out good enough.
Otherwise, to be quite honest... I struggle. I am disheartened. I doubt. I am scared.
Sometimes, it seems a small thing, a minor crisis, is just the thing to trigger a confidence plunge! One, or three, broken loaves, and suddenly it's all so clear: Life is impossible, and messy, and I am in over my head, and why can't I be all the ideals I keep imagining I could/should/might/hope to be!?!... with maybe some tears, and a bowl of rice pudding. Maybe.
Do you ever feel this way? A pity party, maybe? A bout of doubt, and drama?
I say, with embarrassment, and regret: I can think of more criticisms, and self-deprecating remarks about myself than nice things.
Life is confounding. I like it, to be sure. But there a moments... some long spells, when it really helps to say, Never give up! Never surrender! And then sit with chickens, or chase goats. Or just sit and write stuff down, and realize that it's okay to feel the feels.