Progress is sometimes hard to see, hard to know. It’s like the colors at dusk changing– subtle but constant.
At times, it peaks in glory and color and we see the culmination of all the work and planning.
Sometimes it shifts slow and steady, one step melting into another until we’re there.
The path never stays straight or short as we trod to that next hope. It’s curvy, it’s rocky, and it’s exactly the right way, every time. And hopefully, we get the opportunity to share it with someone we love… this journey toward progress.
I just walked and talked today with my Love. We dreamed future dreams. Discussed bold decisions vs. reckless actions. Held hands and laughed. A mile and a half later my heart knew progress toward hopes yet unrealized.
Talk about your dreams my dear readers, for in speaking you find courage to create the life you love.
