I’m on a journey toward my dreams. And, as you can imagine, it’s not always the easiest thing in the world. After I muster up enough courage to take a step forward, I’ll stop and look around. I just want to see if I took the right step, or if it was a bad one. Sometimes I can’t tell by myself. I have to look to other people for the objectivity I lack. One can have too many “yes men” in their life. Seriously, you really can’t make room for one, except for your mother, perhaps.
Then I find myself waiting for glimpses of hope. Something that happens that tells me things are all going to work out. I’ve been raised to look for the big signs of affirmation (the applause, the money, the success) as proof that I’m on the right track. My eyes are learning that that kind of long-term, mostly superficial vision is merely a distraction, that really I shouldn’t look so far ahead. That perhaps those big doses of encouragement are overrated.
I’m beginning to believe that the best things in life are found in the little things…the things that I might miss if I’m not looking. It’s the tiny turns and twists in the road that take us to the new places…seldom new Interstates that we come across. Beauty is found in the nuance of the present. I keep praying, “God help me to see how you want to surprise me today.” And he usually answers with something beautiful and meaningful…and small.