The incredible stupidity of persistence

A nice enough idea. But when does persistence become flogging a dead horse? Somewhere along the last eight months I slipped somewhere between the former and the latter. Once it became painfully obvious I managed to stop myself from hanging in beyond all reasonable merit. And before I even so much as blink I suddenly find (despite my better judgement) I've begun down that same path again, determined not to trip in the same places. "This time, " I tell myself, "I won't make the same mistakes." Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll find whole new mistakes to make.