Desperation

Two days ago, I was tempted to give up on my quest, despite it being one of the most important quests in poker. Ever.
It felt like a lottery, and it was really. The first session I played that day, people were 4 betting rags and rivering 2 pair against my pocket pairs. That happened several times when I was holding queens. Another thing that kept happening was when people had suited rags preflop, saw one of their suit on the flop and decided to call any number of bets with no pairs and no other draws, then turning a fourth and again calling any number of bets, and of course rivering the flush.
Down $1.04 from 320 hands.
For some reason, I had faith in EV. I played another session later that day. After about 200 hands, I was down at least $2 from 4 tables. I then played two tables for most of the rest of the 501 hand session. I still lost, thanks to the same circumstances as before, and finished down $2.69.
I was pretty distraught.
A couple of hours ago, I thought of the origins of my quest. It was conceived wholly out of desperation, and I was feeling desperate again. I decided to just keep playing in the hope that I'll eventually grow my roll.
I played a short session of 83 hands. I won one big pot with 88, after flopping a set and being called/raised all the way by AT who turned aces. And I finished up a very modest $0.44.
I love logarithmic growth.