“If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress.”
— Barack Obama
When Eric and I set out from Le Puy, Santiago de Compostela seemed impossibly far away.
A thousand miles? It was easy to get discouraged and believe I couldn’t do it.
But the thing was, on any given day I didn’t walk a thousand miles. I walked twelve (or eight or sixteen or whatever). And most days, twelve miles was possible.
Over time, those twelves added up. The cathedral in the distance got closer, until one day, there it was, right in front of me.
This winter, I’ve been walking a different kind of impossible journey, and once again, it’s been tempting to think that it’s too big, too long, too hard. But that’s only if I think about everything it will take to get to the end, way out in the future.
Today, I don’t need to do it all. I just need to stay on the right path and walk my twelve. And eventually, I’ll get there.