TAKING BABY STEPS


Gosh! It's almost Valentine's Day! Wasn't it just New Year's Day not too long ago? It's raining outside, and I'm watching the rain trickle down the window pane, while my cat, Billy, does a spot of mountain-climbing on my chairback. Just 10 minutes ago, he knocked a pile of papers off my desk. I've been meaning to get around to clearing up my desk, but I can never seem to find the time.

My desk has been a mess for as long as I can remember. Every year, I tell myself that I should clear it up at the end of every project, or perhaps during a nice long holiday break. Talking about my desk, I really must remember to take down the Christmas wreath at the front door. It's been hanging there for three Christmasses now. Then there's the Christmas decorations in the hall ....

I try not to think about New Year resolutions because I don't have a great track record in keeping them. But I've been thinking about that saying that goes something like if you keep doing exactly the same thing you'll keep getting the same results. So I've decided to try taking baby steps. Even if I only do one new thing a month, that's something right? And if I only lose one pound a month, that will still be something to celebrate after 12 months, true?

Last month, for the first time ever, I submitted an article to several publishers for publication. I like to write, although I may not be the best writer in the world. I don't know how my article will fare, but I'm hopeful. At least I made a start. I used to work in public relations for a huge MNC, but corporate life isn't my calling. My dream is to make it on my own, in whatever I do.

When January was drawing to a close, I decided to do a tree-top walk. You know, the type where you slog for miles to get into the rainforest, dragging yourself up slopes and staircases, only to teeter across a narrow suspension bridge an eternity long over majestic trees which seem as tall as skyscrapers. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I have a morbid fear of heights. That's why I made myself go for the tree-top walk. I was so terrified that I couldn't look down or enjoy the view around me. My legs were like jelly, so I'm surprised I managed to make it across the bridge. Well, I made a start. Next time, I'll try to look around while on the bridge. Hopefully.

This blog is my first blog ever, and this post is my very first. Up until about a year ago, I didn't know what a blog was. Somehow, I know this is going to be a good year. The past eight years have been filed with so much heartbreak. Perhaps I'll share some details in future posts (or postings?). I'm learning, and I'll move on, with God's help.

Be Blessed,

CarolCandy
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