I am not used to little by little joy
I am used to sporadic, intense, excitement
Where it feels like every cell in my body
Is spinning in different directions –
Where I am in desperate need of a course correction
I couldnt imagine that I would find possibility
In consistency
& tiny little steps
Insignificant on their own
But together have shown me this:
Practice makes progress
I am no longer striving for perfect
It is like I have unlocked access to a whole new level
I didn’t know existed –
I persisted and I found mastery!
My joy is fuelled by the simple activities
That make up every day
My little by little joy
Has come to stay.
