Do angels get exhausted? I suspect my guardian angel must get exhausted, watching me cycle through the same problems over and the over—the same doubts, the same frustrations, the same sins, the same promises to makes changes and do better, and the same fall back into habits within days. Poor angel. I’m tired of me too.
At times I feel like such a failure, in specific ways and
goals, but also in the fact that I find myself in these patterns, over and over.
Am I stubborn or lazy or foolish? Why can’t I break the cycle? Why can’t I improve?
Shouldn’t sincere contrition lead to change?
I keep getting frustrated at myself. But maybe that is a
good sign. I keep wanting to improve. I keep making promises with sincere
intention. I haven’t given up. The sticky, black cloud wants to take away all
motivation and hope. But I promise, over and over, that I’ll do better. And I
try. And some days I do better. And some days I fail. But usually I still believe
in a future when I’ll figure it all out, when I’ll be a better person, or when
I’ll at least have moved on to different problems. Surely that hope counts for
something.
Hang in there, angel. I’ll keep trying.

