little steps...

I've been reflecting on my last post and my feelings and all that wondering.

There is a Chinese proverb that says "Be not afraid of moving slowly; be afraid only of standing still."

I think that I've forgotten lately, that even though I'm not taking HUGE, grandiose, explosive, exciting, adrenaline-charged, crazy, intoxicating leaps and bounds, the kind of cliff hangers that I've taken over and over again in the last few years (a divorce, dramatic weight loss, my very first apartment, a new friend with benefits, new job roles, many new living arrangements, moves, travels, new friends, and so on...), I am still moving.

Little tiny steps perhaps. But forward, nonetheless.

And knowing this, perhaps I can relax into the moment, into the NOW, and enjoy it fully.