One week ago I wrote a post about small steps.
I, like some of you, am not great at small steps.
I like GIANT steps. GIANT bites. Moderation is for monks.
Dream big. Go big or go home.
Yes, yes, all very well and good that that is what I want.
I also want a pony and for chocolate to have anti-calories.
I do not always get what I want.
But if you try sometimes, you just might find…
I am actually too young to be quoting Stones lyrics.
Too young for the Stones, too old for Miley Cyrus.
Does Miley Cyrus even have quotable lyrics?
So the post was a call to action for small steps. A way to tell you – and myself – that small steps are fine, and sometimes, if we are paying attention which we never are because for heaven’s sake there are children and/or insane politicians running amok distracting us!
Ahem. Yes, well, that’s why aren’t paying as much attention as we should be, but let’s get back to what we aren’t paying attention to, shall we? This is only a fifteen-minute blog.
So I was saying, if we are paying attention we will recognize that sometimes a small step is really all we need. We can find deep satisfaction between one breath and the next if we just let ourselves be proud of the small things, and make changes a little at a time.
Everything can’t be the home edition of “Extreme Makeover.”
And, if you recall, I said I was going to ask you all about it in seven days time.
And look! Here we are. How’re ya doin’? What’s new? You look bloody marvelous!
If you did not mention anything specific, I’d still like to know if you were able to find happiness with a small step.
And for those who did leave something specific…
Stacy, were you able to take small steps in fun with your children and your wonderful mom-ness?
Flying Chulupa, how are you doing with making yourself the thing that gets attention and not just everyone else?
Katie, are you making peace with your Spanish teacher identity?
Gigi, how is The Project coming? (Which was not actually a small step at all!)
Mandi, did you tell any overly-opinionated people to go take a flying leap (not in so many words, of course) or at least say to yourself in a way that you were able to believe that those opinions didn’t matter?
Tim, what memories did you come up with for you mom’s birthday party?
Gina, how’s the sunroom coming?
Lillith, have you vanquished the boxes?
Casey, the cat’s yours as soon as you get here.
Brea, I haven’t checked yet – is the new blog up and running? Good responses?
Kristen I eagerly await tales of epic sand castles!
So tell me how it went.
Because I bet it went great.