I think I can

it's that time of the year when everything is coming to a crescendo:

• term papers and projects are due.
• the holiday season is just about to ramp up, and of course, do I have a) gifts made b) gifts bought or c) gifts even in mind? No.
• I decide to switch jobs (swear on it, every other year I'm putting down new roots at a new gig over thanksgiving... not that I'm complaining; I'm totally stoked about the new job... it just seems odd to me that this always happens at the same time of the year when I do it.)
• I have some sort of emotional/relationship turmoil, upheaval, whatever happening.
• it gets cold. I go to work when it's dark. I leave work when it's dark. I feel like I will never feel the sweet, sweet love of the sun ever again.
• the small and needy creatures in my life (child and pets) go on the fritz. Paige is suddenly in this defiant "I don't want it" stage with EV-ER-YTHING, and Fred has taken a fancy to peeing on my knitting bag. Great...

I feel like I need a dose of The Little Engine That Could.

Chug chug chug. Puff puff puff. Ding-dong, ding-dong. The little train rumbled over the tracks. She was a happy little train for she had a jolly load to carry. Her cars were filled full of good things for girls and boys.

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can...