Like the budding of a rose. Like a seed about to grow. The approach of spring brings a feeling all too familiar, its a warmth and belief that everything we have sown that was buried by the winter will now begin to show signs of life. Its 19 days into the new year but I have this overwhelming sense that the year has only just started. I have a fresh new perspective that didn’t immediately show up on the 1st. Signs of life brings anew a pathway or pathways that you didn’t see before. That new pathway may be a road you have paved for yourself. You may be sick and tired of going down that same road, making the same ol new year resolutions and around the same time of year quitting them. The time is now to write that book, to travel the world, to be a better parent or to just commit to something.

How many of you are all too quick to quit when the going gets tough, but expect commitment from people? How many of you dig your heels in at stuff that don’t really matter? What matters is that each new day is an indication that you have been given a chance to do the things you’ve always wanted to. You may decide you want to improve your spiritual life, you may decide you want to improve you body physically or you may decide to improve mentally. Nourishing your body, mind and soul is a vessel that is whole. Progress doesn’t always have to be a display of massive achievements, even though social media says otherwise. Progress is a step in a direction that fulfils you. Taking that initial step can be the hardest of all, but a step all the same will bring you happiness. Imagine if we all could know before hand how many steps it would take to get to our destination. Would you still take the journey if your destination was 100 steps? What if it was 1000 steps would you still take it?

The beauty of life doesn’t allow us to know, but upon taking the journey you may want to give up halfway. I remember taking the stairs at Covent Garden tube station in London. There was a sign that told you how many steps you had to climb but unfortunately I ignored it thinking its only gonna be a few steps…by the time I got halfway I was sweating, I had slowed down tremendously and was holding onto the rail on the way up. There was an old lady that I had past a few minutes ago and I was thinking how is she going to manage this? I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. When I finally got to the top I was gasping for air, I felt like I was gonna vomit, I think I drank a litre of water when got outside. I would not recommend that on a summers day. That was only 193 steps. Sometimes its best if we don’t know but the moral of the story is commit to finishing what you have started. Never quit and take the lift if you ever get off at Covent Garden.