The (wo)man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
– Confucius

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.



About Organized Bohemian

The Organized Bohemian is me, Dana M. Petric. I am a person who writes, runs, travels, designs websites and... has self-published two books: Growing Iris and Budding Iris (a series). I live in Vancouver, BC with my partner Eric and daughter Cleo.
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