Blakely: "Small, measurable goals...that's my life right now"
Me: "Why not just stare a mountain in the face and cry?"
Blakely: "Crying will come. I'm just going to try to hold off for a while."
"This hill, though high, I covet to ascend.
The difficulty will not me offend.
For I perceive the way to life lies here
Come, pluck up, heart, let's neither faint nor fear
Better, though difficult, the right way to go
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe"
--Christian, The Pilgrim's Progress