I am on a long, slow road to where I want to be.
I’m well aware of this although I admit some days I get frustrated that things aren’t moving as speedily along as I might like. However, I also know that you keep throwing things out to the world and you keep working at it, chiseling away because one day, well, it has to move forward.
There are days where I don’t feel like I’m moving forward, other days where I feel like I’ve made a huge leap forward, and yet other days where I wonder how I ended up going backward.
I can see now the many lessons life has taught me- often with the help of people along the way– to keep moving, to keep working, to keep chiseling.
In reflection, the biggest lessons came from running cross country and track. As a seventh grader, it was where I learned the art of accomplishing goals without really understanding what I was doing, more it was about learning to run a mile without walking (mailbox to tree to mailbox to the stop sign to the next intersection). That led to learning to run faster, to running a mile in a shorter time.
Those were the lessons I parlayed into the rest of my life and everything I have accomplished. All these years later, I still call on them when I feel like things have plateaued and I’m not getting enough movement forward. I remind myself it’s about not giving up.
After all, we never know where we’ll end up if we keep walking forward.