For me, it is important to make a little movement. I cannot behave like a stick-in-the-mud even though that might be more comfortable..
I must make a little movement toward beauty or organization or balance or getting stuff done. I have to feel I’m making progress in my own little way.
You may not even notice the progress because it is so incremental but it is crucial that I do. Even a clarifying thought is progress to me. I must take action of some kind.
I celebrate the idea that comes out of the fog. I seize the opportunity that presents itself unbidden. I honor the tradition that my mother, grandmother, daughter and sister embody:
- Incremental steps
- Order out of chaos
- Cleaning up, clearing out.
- Beautifying, cutiefying,
Otherwise, I’ll sink. I’ll give up. I’ll die.