The life-changing magic of microsteps
I work a full time, 9-5 (actually 7:30-4) job.
I also have a family, a house, writing/design/art aspirations, and an amazing autistic kid.
And I’ve gotten more done towards my goals in the past 12 months since starting that job, than I did in YEARS before.
Because of baby steps. No, fuck that. They’re smaller than that. They’re microsteps.
There are days when all I accomplish on my writing is opening the manuscript. And those days I usually feel to-the-hilt insane with my life but you know what? I go to bed knowing I’ve done something for my self as a writer that day.
(I’ve also made consistent income for my self as a writer that day, which is freaking huge, y’all. It took me a while to surrender to this, but seeing my day job as a sort of sugar daddy for my creative dreams—rather than its biggest nemesis—was LIFE CHANGING. Totally.)
So anyway. Microsteps. Sometimes the pace is, frankly, glacial. But as my friend Alise Marie reminded me, glaciers do a lot of cool shit.
Sometimes I feel frustrated as hell with the pace. I am an impatient Sagittarius, guys. I want it all done yesterday. Patience is a spiritual practice for me.
And consistency is everything, I’ve learned.
Microsteps can change a lot over the course of a year. Just like the glaciers.