So, today I’m getting back in the saddle. Over the weekend, I went on a delightful trip to the Shenandoah Valley. It was beautiful, it was refreshing, it was full of old friends and new memories. It rocked. But, I didn’t actually write anything down.
So that’s what I’m going to do today. That’s going to be my small thing. I’m going to get back up and start over. (Not on day one, but on day 8.)
It’s an interesting thing….starting over. Because when you first set out, you feel awesome. You ARE awesome. Your backpack is full of important items, your mind full of good ideas, and your body just full of energy.
And then you trip. And suddenly your backpack just seems full of junk. Why did you bring the cherry pitter? Your feet feel really heavy. Might it be time to get out your flip flops? And your ideas? They just seem really stupid. ( see cherry pitter and flip flops for reference.) Quitting seems the best idea you’ve had all day.
But that’s why you have to do it. Almost nothing was done in a single chapter. Almost nothing is accomplished in one round. It’s the getting up and doing over, the feeling of beginning again, in which the real beauty lies. That’s where the real victory hides.
Wanna join me? Is there something that you haven’t been able to finish but you want to? Maybe it’s something that seems so annoying, so tall, so scary, you dont want to begin again, but you suspect at the end it may be beautiful. Jump up with me. We’ll both look ridiculous together.
So I’m going to do that. Hopefully, the best is yet to come.
I adore you!