Lifted from Mein BlogoVault:

A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner:

"Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time."

When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, "The one I feed the most."

I like that. Attitude is everything, especially when you're in the middle of something as intimidating as I am right now. I keep repeating the mantra that I'm going to be all right. I'm going to study as much as I can, and do my best, and the Lord opened this door for me so He will take me the rest of the way. He always has.

So I CAN learn eight hundred and eleventy bazillion muscles and their origins and insertions and innervations and blood supply. I CAN memorize this biochemistry stuff and do all right on quizzes that I think focus on all of the non-important stuff (I'll just study ALL the notes next time and sleep a little less - lesson learned!) I'm going to be all right. God won't let me fall. Even if I do feel like this a lot of the time:

He's the only thing that keeps me from hitting the ground. And if I manage to achieve anything, He gets the glory! But anyway, positive attitudes. Good stuff.

(I love that painting, Forgiven, by Thomas Blackshear. As soon as I'm not poor, I'm going to buy a print of it for the apartment.)