I’ve always been a big picture kind of guy–the kind who often can’t see the forest for the trees. I’m usually so fixated on the end goal that I forget my journey is comprised of each individual step that carries me closer to the finish line. Those steps matter too, I’m coming to realize. Each one is as important an experience as the destination they’re helping me reach.
I’ve been working really hard lately to live in each step and appreciate the beauty of them. My goals are still important, but they’re put into more realistic contexts when I focus more on how I’ll reach them than what I’ll do when I achieve them. You see a painting more clearly when you remember that it’s made up of thousands upon thousands of tiny brushstrokes–when you recognize that a whole picture is never whole unto itself, but actually the sum of its many individual parts.
My life is changing day by day. I’m learning. I’m growing. I’m fucking up and I’m succeeding. But instead of worrying myself about the direction the changes are steering me, I’m learning to love the little things–the day-to-day, step by step changes that I will actually learn from. I want to focus on these because I don’t want to wake up one day at my destination (proud though I may be that I am there) and regret having slept or dreamt or worried through the journey.