Woke up feeling anxious as often happens on a socked-in rainy day. Something about feeling like it’s a day to get work done, no excuses. I hemmed and hawed, drank an extra half cup of coffee, put in some laundry and still...no better. So I forced myself to take one damn baby step towards starting the project I had been putting off; one that might get me a touch closer to acquiring income when this dreadful phase is over. What seemed like just a short while later it was 2pm and I didn’t want to stop to eat lunch.
I am a big picture thinker and can talk myself into and out of all kinds of great big ideas. I do it all the time. So it’s not surprising - though it is incredible (true meaning of the word) - how often I am reminded to appreciate and actually take baby steps. And how often I need to be reminded that I love the process of “getting there.” And how often I get happily lost in the small details.
Once I start. It’s the starting. You know?