One slow connection at a time toward something bigger than me…
I often talk about reaching and attaining my goals — it’s practically all I think about these days. But the truth is, reaching a goal isn’t the end; it’s just the beginning. Once I finally grasp what I’ve strived and sacrificed for, I realize it has to be nurtured, maintained, and protected. It’s an overwhelming cycle — doing the work after the work, while still working on the work, and planning for more work ahead.
As many times as I said “work” just now, that’s how repetitious the conversation sounds inside my head. I keep trying to prioritize what matters most in the moment, but it feels like I’m zoomed out, staring at a massive puzzle. Every single piece seems to require my attention all at once, and there’s an invisible timer ticking loudly inside my soul. It pushes me to move faster, to fix everything now — even though deep down I know time demands patience.
Some days, it feels like everything is speeding by a mile a minute. Other days, it moves as slowly as paint drying on a wall.
I’m trying to enjoy each part of the process. I want to savor the steps, the lessons, the small victories. But it feels like it takes forever to complete even one piece — and each piece is tightly jig sawed into the next. I can’t fully reach for the next dream or opportunity until I finish the one in front of me. And that waiting… that discipline… feels both necessary and unbearable at the same time.
Somewhere between the chaos and the quiet, between the urgency and the stillness, I know I’ll find my rhythm. Until then, I’m here — doing nothing and everything at once.
-Fierce Rebel
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