I had my husband draw this for me sometime last year… the year before? I can’t remember. Anyway, I had him draw it because I was having trouble drawing a foot to look the right way and hey, he draws every day. More than that, I wanted it because for probably half my life now I’ve had people tell me how strong I am, how they don’t know if they could do “it” (whatever “it” it happens to be at the time) if “it” were happening to them, you know, you’ve heard it before.
When my sister got sick, and I found myself with a house to help run, I took it one step at a time. When she died, and we had a funeral to plan, and a family to keep from falling apart, I took it one step at a time.
When my mom got sick, and I found myself with two extra children and a sick mom and a dad who did all right but wasn’t 100%, I took it one step at a time and I got us through today. Then I got us through tomorrow. When she got really sick and she died, I was still stepping.
A thousand other little things happened, and a thousand more will go wrong in the future, but the best you can do it put one foot in front of the other, take one step, and it’s one step closer to your next goal.
“The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.” Lao Tzu
So, we’re all a part of the One Step tribe. We all know how hard life can be. We all continue to take that one extra step, and when we find we can’t, someone is there to help us go just a little further forward.
I have a friend who is on a massive One Step journey right now, and she has a lot of help staying her path. Thinking about her got me thinking about this. It might be time to ink my foot onto my body somewhere.
