It's been a blur

Everyday for a week and half straight now, I've woken with my goal in mind, crisp and clear as a lake on a summer morn.

"Today," I tell myself, "today will be the day. The day I break my losing streak. The day I reach forth and pull from the ether my prize. Today, I will win the lottery."

But as the sun set each day, I altered my thoughts. I shifted my focus from the shattered expectations and bitter disappointment of another lost day. I concentrated instead on the next day, THE day I would win the lottery.

And so the cycle goes.