For once I can say I feel proud of myself,
I've achieved something small, but great to me,
And definitely insignificant to others,
I didn't do it by setting goals,
I didn't do it through a well thought out plan,
I did it just by doing it,
I'm also not at the top of it,
I'm about a quarter way up a steep hill,
But it's a quarter more than I had imagined that I'd be at when I started,
The aim is to keep going up the hill till I climb to the top,
Occasionally I may stumble and fall back down,
Where I might linger just for a moment or maybe a month,
But eventually I'll start climbing again.
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