Baby Steps

You ever hear of the phrase I’m not where I want to be but, I’m not where I used to be either? That’s something I have been thinking about lately.

For those of you who don’t know me, I have wrestled with anxiety since 2012. I would wake up in the morning with a heavy heart and head worried about the day ahead, wondering how I could get everything done and worried about the future.

In 2015 I thought it would be a good idea to get up and be productive right when I woke up to avoid the wave of worry that towered over me. However, I would still end up over analyzing life, stressed out and frustrated that I couldn’t be productive. Fast forward three years on a Sunday morning in December I woke up around 7:30, I read, I made breakfast and did my dishes all before 10:00 a.m. and this is not to brag and say I did so much in a few hours but, the fact that I was able to get up out of bed.

This was amazing and it just hit me because I dreamed of this day for years. While I was washing my dishes that Sunday morning, I had an epiphany and realized it’s the little things that count. As time goes on you will be surprised by the little sprouts of growth in your life.