Baby steps

I usually feel like the steps taken are such small ones.
One more small thing crossed off a long, very itemized list.

Don't get me wrong. I like lists.
They fill up my dresser top and have migrated north to the mirror.
I have a stack of stickies just waiting for fresh little lists.

And sure, that helps, to cross off; to slide another finished list into the recycle bin.
yet the chunky things that look valuable when put up against other people's lists
aren't quite checked.

Alot of the time when I come up against that, I work it out and recall the facts:

I'm not them.
&
my list doesn't need to be theirs.

I like dreaming up those things on the list just as much as seeing them done.
I even like reading about what she says about her own dreaming.

I'd like to be really okay with dreams not happening quick-like.
I'd also like to be without the pressure  fear
of making sure I'm not being lazy about making those dreams happen.
I want slow dreams to be okay.

okay?
they still happen...