Here we go again on our own...

Success comes rarely when it's least expected.
Often when it's worked for.
The littlest shift can cause the tallest wave.
The hugest movement can bring nothing but a ripple.
It's the trying.
The trying that seems to be the key.
Every day. Putting yourself out there.
Every day. Striving for something more.
There are days of rest. On purpose.
Months of rest, however...
A Life Spent Wasted.
Success can mean anything to anyone.
It can be appreciation, a handshake, a bonus, a smile.
It is what it is.
Success.
All seven letters.
I succeeded today, in my own tiny way.
I succeeded twice, in fact, and surprisingly so.
It's leaving the house that's the key.
It's asking for help when you need it.
It's risking embarrassment, rejection, dismissal and hurt.
It takes all that.
For the lucky, successful, the gifted, the blessed.
It takes all that.
And then it takes it again.
For all of them.
For all of us.
For you.