on blakecity

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