Being Short-sighted

I need to start wearing glasses, metaphorical ones, I’m already wearing ones for distance. I can see the outline of my goal, the bright shiny vision of the future. I can see exactly what it will be like and how good it will make me feel. There is a soft-focus effect at play though, the image is not crystal clear.

What is perfectly clear is the wall between me and my goal.

It’s a wall that can only be broken down by work. By sitting down and pouring out all the wrong words until the right ones start to come. By dealing with the delayed gratification and still keeping my eyes on the goal.

I need to refocus, stop looking at the wall and start looking at the prize.