Traction

I'm gaining traction with the direction I've been heading.

I realize that there is a difference between finding a direction and finding traction. Now that my feet are getting better grip, I realize that I've been straight as far as direction, almost ridiculously so.

That is an important distinction.

I think one can mistake spinning wheels for lack of purpose.

And maybe purpose only seems to be getting out of the hole, but that is fatalism talking. There is hope.

But traction doesn't necessarily mean driving fast and furious for progress sake.

I need to remember this later.

I am almost certain one cannot go at it alone. Traction takes somebody hopping up and down on your back bumper.

These are my lunch thoughts.