one small step at a time

the more real this all becomes, the more nervous I get. I feel like I’m FINALLY moving towards something real and tangible and it’s all very surreal. but at the same time I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. sitting here in the kitchen nook, overlooking the alley and the cottage-like walk-ups behind us, I’m feeling more like that kid who lived at home and felt all secure and cozy and knowing. very comfortable. but uncomfortable at the same time. like on the verge. it’s excitement mixed in with apprehension mixed in with hope mixed in with fear. a lot going on at once. but I’m still trudging through it, pushing forward, and feel like I’m starting to make great headway. and that’s very intoxicating. i see a lot of opportunities opening up. a lot of directions to explore. and I’m loving that! one step at a time. I keep reminding me that it only takes one step at a time.