I’ve been pushing a rock up a hill all my career now. It’s no way to live. For a while, granted, that is what you have to do for anything to get going. But to do it without respite for too long is a killer.

Even when I would pause for breath I would still have to hold the damn stone in place to stop it from falling back. If I didn’t it would roll down the hill again rendering the ground gained lost.

It would’ve been nice to have reached a plateau for a moment. It would’ve been good to have basked in some success even if transitory. It would’ve been good to have got help with the push. But the people I worked with didn’t like pushing uphill. They went for beaten tracks that had more of the downhill about them.

This is not how I thought it would be. I saw promise and anticipated success. But it is the way things turned out. Uphill Bill, that’s me.