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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Flying somewhere even if I can't feel the movement

 Michael Quinn

These past few months I think  have been making progress. I have to keep looking in my journal to be sure. I am gettingthings done, it just does not always feel like it. I feel like I am sitting in a canoe not moving even though I am sweating from paddling so hard. I am not even sure I look like I am moving. My environment does not look different and that make it even more difficult to feel the movement.

Sometimes progress is disguised. It can be one step forward when you have been going backwards. A smile when you want to cry. Crossing one thing off of your mile long list of stuff to do. Being calm when you usually scream. Keeping an open mind when you think you have the answer.

It is not always grand. It is often tiny and quiet. It is often just having hope. And hope just might be invisible to the naked eye yet very visible to the naked soul.

Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change-this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear, out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton