I woke up this morning at 6:30. It tends to happen when I’m by the ocean. Like it’s calling me.
The same isn’t true for my husband. The sea air tends to lull him to sleep.
Quietly I got dressed, put on my sneakers and headed out to walk the beach.
I stashed my car in a grocery store parking lot and walked about a half-mile to where the water actually meets the land.
Then I walked and ran and walked and ran to both ends of the beach.
On the last leg – nearly 90-minutes into this boosted beach power walk – I started to tell myself I didn’t have to finish.
You still have to get all the way back to the car. No need to go all the way to the rocks this time.
I still do that a lot. Get into something – excited – with full force – and then just as I’m hitting my stride begin doubting that it’s real. That I’m capable.
In my best moments though, that’s when I breathe. Check-in. And say (rarely out loud):
That’s right. I do not have to do this. But I’m feeling good, and so just for right now, I’m taking this next step. Just this next step.
This morning, that’s how I reached those God-blessed rocks.
Tomorrow, it may be how or why I take a break or turn around.
The victory, regardless, I think is just taking the next step.