It's December 16, and nothing this month has gone according to plan.
I was looking forward to December. My birthday, my first marathon, my first real vacation of the year.
Instead, I got the flu (on my birthday), missed my first marathon after months of training (again) and spent most of my vacation sick with hives (and watching other people run the marathon).
Needless to say, I've been a little blue. Maybe a lot blue. And no amount of peppermint bark or wrapping paper or Christmas music was easing the pain.
At 2 this morning, two weeks deep into my personal pity party, I turned to an old friend. As I picked up my worn copy of Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird and read the words that inspired its title--"bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird," suddenly, the path became clearer.
It's not about the grand plans--the marathon, the business empire, the book I've yet to write--it's about the steps in between. Getting out of bed. Running a few miles. Writing a few paragraphs. Responding to a few emails. Connecting with a few friends. Sharing a few great ideas.
The rest will come...