I’m sure you’ve heard of baby steps, the small steps we make to work toward a larger goal. It is keeping the eye on the prize, but starting with little prizes that lead us to the bigger picture. As humorously as Bill Murray translated it, it can be a seriously helpful concept.
For me, it is a part of daily life. Even the smallest of accomplishments can be considered a success in your journey to a greater outcome. And after all, isn’t it said that this life is not destination, but rather, a journey?
What I really love are the people in my life who see my successes, when I see a struggle. When I came to my sponsor, irritated with unreliable friends, she recognized a new accomplishment in this journey: I had learned what qualities I do and do not want in a friendship. Success! (Her perspective reminded me of the little old lady with a walker at a restaurant in NC.)
These are baby steps.
For a while, I walked around with a daily list. That list contained 25 things that I could choose to accomplish on any given day, activities that would work toward a healthy life. My goal, was to accomplish as many as possible during each day. I highlighted as I went along, and could look back on each day as a success. I had spent time that day, working toward my recovery.
You know, looking back over my years of drama, torment, depression, and darkness, I see that I always wanted to run. All of my favorite songs were about running away. To get where is uncertain, but I knew I didn’t want to be who I was and where I was.
Ironically, it wasn’t running that got me to where I wanted to be. It was baby steps. And I’m grateful that I had an opportunity to take the scenic route, because it was that growth that I want to hold onto, those moments of revelation that I want to reflect upon. Today, I hear those songs and I cannot relate. I can’t imagine anywhere I’d rather be than right where I am.
To illustrate my point, a baby polar bear, learning to walk: