I have once been told (or perhaps many times) that it matters not that I stumble so often. All mistakes are learning experience, what matters is that I pick up where I left off. I am picking up everything now - my hopes and dreams and abandoned projects,  debts owed - financial and emotional, my dirty laundry. The endless thunderstorms of life have not ceased completely, though the rain is more pleasant and less thunderous, and I have learned to carry my umbrella, even if the weather looks good.