Between Steps

Some days the mind runs ahead of the world.

Thoughts stacking up one after the other like they all trying to speak first.

What should I be doing right now?
Where does this road really lead?
Am I choosing right?

There was a time I treated questions like that as alarms. Like something must be wrong if I didn’t already have the answer sitting neat in front of me.

But life got a way of teaching you the difference between noise and signal.

Now when those thoughts come, I don’t rush them. I listen.

Because uncertainty don’t always mean you lost. Most times it just means you standing in the doorway between who you were and who you’re becoming. And that kind of space can feel strange for a minute.

Not painful.

Just unfamiliar.

So I stopped trying to force clarity before its time.

Sometimes I just sit with the moment.

A little music playing in the background.
Maybe a walk outside.
Maybe a quiet stretch where the world settles down enough for patterns to show themselves.

See, when the mind slows down, the next step usually reveals itself without all the struggle.

Not the whole future.

Just the next piece of ground.

Just the next rail on the track.

And truth be told, that’s all anybody ever really gets anyway.

Nobody walks through life seeing the entire road laid out in front of them.

You just move with clarity where your feet are planted.

Step by step.

And if you paying attention…
that’s always enough.