the bend in the river

Dreams are built baby step by tiny baby step.
Like putting all the songs you wrote into one book.
Or sending an application off with no plan for the next move.
Or deciding to take an hour to just write a few more words.

Dreams come true are built on a thousands tiny yesses.
Yes, why not take that trip.
Yes, why not make that call.
Yes, why not take fill out that form.
Yes, why not go along for the ride.

Dreams are discovered on journeys with lots of wrong turns.
Dead ends like marriages that didn’t quite work out but taught us how to feel.
Dead ends like jobs that didn’t quite work out but taught us how to create, or write or argue.
Dead ends like failures that taught us how to try and try and try again.

A communal farm starts with a sunny plot of unused space in a back alley. And a yes, why not take a chance to try and grow something.
It really does.
Its that simple.

What is the step, however tiny, you can take to lean into your dreams this morning? What is the one thing you can do amidst the hubbub and the noise and the routine and the thousands of voices who call out for your attention?

Even if it is as simple as buying a stamp? Mailing a package?

Baby step by baby step. Simply doing what is is front of you. That, my friends, is how dreams come true.

It is that easy. At least that is what I am telling myself. Over and over and over again.

2 Responses to “What I have learned”

  1. Karen Maezen Miller Says:

    And thus we see with our own eyes that the dead end is neither dead nor the end.

  2. Trish Says:

    Love this and Love Karen’s comment.