Tiny steps

‘Big change comes from a thousand tiny steps, and they all matter.’

I have never been one to do anything ‘tiny.’ Go big or go home has always been my standard. Now? I’d rather just go home. I’m exhausted by most people (and most people are exhausted by me, I’m aware) and even the tiniest of steps in the right direction takes huge effort.

Tiny Steps

There are days that I can’t be the strong one for anyone else. I can hardly show up for myself. I have a very tight circle of support who can recognize when I’m having a shit day, and they help me redirect. They walk me through the day and help me mind map my way out. It’s not easy, on them, or on me. But they still show up. Some days I’m a fucking delight. Other days? I’m a hot mess of a person desperately seeking reassurance that I’m going to survive all of this. They help me dig deep on the days I’d rather just not.

Tiny steps

I’ve come such a long way in these last few years and none of it has been easy. The tiny steps feel like I’m walking through cement, but I’m still trying to take them. For today, I’m calling it a win.

Until next time,

~A