I used to think things coming into focus was something I needed before I moved, not something that met me once I did. Of course, there are times this is true and needful. Then there are other times—times when I have a sense of where I am going, but I’m unsure how I’m going to get there. Maybe I see the very next step, but I want reassurance. Maybe that step seems too small to matter, too scary because I might waste my effort.
I’m reminded of Indiana Jones taking a step into the void and the bridge appearing. He gets a whole bridge, and yet it is only one step—one step forward.
Why do I, as an adult, think I should have all the answers? Ironically, holding on to that belief leaves very little room for curiosity or the courage to discover more.
The next step is enough.
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