I identify with Sisyphus, although I don't remember what I did to anger the Gods.
Sisyphus was condemned to roll a great boulder to the top of a hill. Every time Sisyphus, by the greatest of exertion and toil, attained the summit, the darn thing rolled back down again.
As each day dawns I rise and try to create my own momentum, moving forward slowly. There are days when I feel that I have made progress and days when the Rock wins.
As long as I have done my best and pushed and pushed to the limits of my capacities, I don't beat myself up if I am still far from success.
Tomorrow's Friday, a whole new day with a Rock, full of potential!
