I noticed, this morning, as my sleepy eyes slowly sharpened on the drizzling rain, that I hadn’t checked the forecast for a while.
This is progress.
The need to know – or control – or anticipate the future seems to have loosened; and, instead of checking in to BBC weather at hourly intervals, I have obviously found more interesting things to do, or just realised that I can manage, come rain or shine.
Change happens like this sometimes. Miniscule steps pass imperceptibly until, occasionally, you take a big step back and realise, “gosh, haven’t I come far…”
It has been similar with the food, though I couldn’t tell you when the turning point occurred. I no longer need to plan each meal, days in advance, to make sure that it’s something I can handle; I just realised, at some point, that despite the discomfort, I am starting to win.
That things which felt like mountains, have now shrunk to manageable hills that can be navigated, one stage at a time; and, that not knowing the end destination is far less traumatic now that I’ve stopped trying to predict the ride.
That miracles rarely happen overnight, but can take place in life times; and, that you can create great things just by chip chipping away.
And so, when I start on my next challenge, whatever that may be; then I will remind myself that I do not need to move mountains or aim for the sky…
I just need to take it, a step at a time, and keep on going; because one morning I will wake up and realise that I have just done something I didn’t think I’d be able to do –
Or reached a wonderful place that I didn’t even know I was heading for.