The (wo)man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
I don’t want to bore myself or you with another life-changing realization, but… –
I finally understand the idea that doing small actions adds up to a big goal. I mean, I’ve known it, intellectually, yet I needed to be reminded by a quote or a ‘mental’ slap in the face.
Lately, when I envision the whole picture of my goals, I yawn with the thought of how many small steps are needed – giving up seems like the only choice.
Of course, Confucius was right. An increment – a beginning – a barely perceptible growth. Each increment adds up like ‘compound interest.’ Who put that money in my account? Each cent adds up to millions!
‘Focus on the word, then a sentence, then a paragraph,’ I say to myself, ‘keep going, you have more to write, don’t quit.’
I look at the word count at the bottom left of my screen, it’s climbing!
By noon, I have words on a page – not the whole blog, just a paragraph. Not the whole book, just a chapter.
‘Ow.’ I rub my shoulder.
A pain in my right shoulder – I google exercises for shoulder pain. They seem lame – I try. Shoulder still hurts. After a week, hmmm, better. I keep lifting that weight ‘out to the side and turn wrist,’ like pouring a beer.
Okay, so I stop focusing on the pain (the big goal) and concentrate on the small movements of my arm. Once again, before I can say: ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ – the new muscle strength takes over the pain.
If I don’t think of the end goal, but focus on the exact moment of doing, the outcome seems miraculous.
I want to run a marathon – not to think of the 42.2 km distance, but to keep an eye on the next step of 4 – 10-kilometre increments, the distance flies by and the medal hangs around my neck.
I want to grow a tulip. Plant the bulb before the flower appears! The increment of planting the bulb makes for a beautiful outcome.
I want to play the song: ‘Hurdy Gurdy’ on the violin. Too many torturously difficult notes. Play one bar at a time! The song comes together, as if by magic.
Now what am I trying to say?
It is all about increments, stupid.
Right, I got it.