Sometimes you just don’t have the energy to do what’s good for you. Or the resolve or the discipline or the…..I’m sure you can come up with any number of reasons why not. We all have these moments. I’m working on micro steps getting me where I need to be when I hit this point because after all any step in the right direction counts right? I would have to keep making steps in that direction sure but even a tiny step is counted. And maybe there will be a snowball effect and those tiny little snowflakes will gain momentum and cause an avalanche? Here’s hoping.
Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still.
The risk in standing still reminds me of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly–. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.