Life, hopefully, is long but we can only get through it one step at at time.
Every day I try to write my Morning Pages – three A4 pages of brain spouting crap in longhand. The themes are repetitive; getting on top of finances, getting on top of the house, getting my business running smoothly, worries about my daughter and so on and so on. It isn’t a diary it is a way to clear the mental decks before the day starts.
At the end of the three pages I write;
“One step at a time”
It serves as a reminder that I can only do one thing at a time and can only move forward in increments.
It took me three years to clear a debt to my mum at £20 a week, week by week for 156 weeks and finally £3,000 was paid off.
When I get disheartened at how slowly life seems to be moving, when I focus on all the things I’ve not yet done that I want to get done; the garden, the ebaying of old clothes, the this the that and the other, I remind myself that I am only one person with a limited amount of time and I can only do so much in that time, but if I am at least doing something I am still moving forward.
Big changes that happen quickly are usually forced on us, big changes we instigate for ourselves often take weeks, months or years to get through.
In the last four years I’ve gone from having nothing except my child, a steamer trunk of nic-nacs and a broken wooden shelf to building a life for me and my child and a business that I hope will go on to provide a secure future for us. I’m not done yet, there is a long long way to go and I’m often frustrated at how slowly things seem to take and how life does that evil thing of throwing obstacles up in my way, but I’m further along the road than I was four years ago. My child is happy, I’m happier (that’s a work in progress) and I’ve achieved some wonderful things, some of which have helped others achieve wonderful things. But it has all taken time.
My house is untidy, my garden a mess, by business in woeful need of an admin overhaul and I battle constantly with Getting It All Done and Making Ends Meet, but I’m further along that I was and that is A Good Thing. Which all told isn’t bad at all, but It wasn’t a big giant leap, it was one step at a time.
And now for the closing paragraphs where I play wild and loose with my metaphors in an attempt to round it all off in a vaguely inspiring fashion…
Of course I’ve stumbled and wondered off down sidetracks and detours but even those have taught me things, so for all of you feeling like you’re wading through nettles with stones in your welly boots, please persevere, you’re doing great. There’ll be sunny spots to bask in and muddy puddles to jump in, sometimes life is struggling up a mountain with rain clouds obscuring the summit and sometimes it is running full pelt down hill laughing like a fool, but you can only take this adventure of life one step at a time.