As I like to say, this journey isn’t always easy. If it was, you’d be there already. You’d already be at the finish line enjoying the rewards.

There are going to be good times and bad times. Easy and hard. Sunshine and rainbows, and rainclouds and farts. 

Sometimes the path ahead looks clear and easy for you. You not only know the steps you need to complete, but you feel confident in completing them. You move with ease and confidence. It feels like the yellow brick road.

There are also times where you feel like you’re stuck with no idea how to proceed. Where you feel like any move can be the right one. Or no move can be the right one. You feel stuck in mud, slowed to a crawl, unable to proceed.

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This is a function of fear. Fear loves to keep us in the dark, second-guessing ourselves and making us think we’re incapable of succeeding or moving forward.

When I feel this way, which I often have on my journey, I try to remember that the path is ultimately the same path.

Whether it’s sunny out or it’s obscured by clouds, it’s still a road.

You walk the same road whether it’s an enjoyable walk or an uncomfortable walk. If you’re going toward something that matters to you, if you’re really giving it your all, you’ll know that not every day is comfortable or fun or even enjoyable.

You’ll have days you want to quit.

You’ll have days where you have to fight to get out of bed.

You’ll have days where all you want to do is the exact opposite of what you need to do.

But it’s all the same road.

It’s your road. It’s your path forward.

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So all you can do is walk. Learn to enjoy the clouds as much as you can. Learn to enjoy the sunny days as much as you can, too.

But you walk.

Whether the path is cloudy and you don’t know what to do next, or the road is clear and everything seems easy and breezy, you put one foot in front of the other and you walk.

Take it one step at a time.

The road is made by walking.

Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.
Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
Walking you make the road,
and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.
Walker, there is no road,
only foam trails on the sea.

Antonio Machado