At one point in my life, I identified myself as a runner, even though I was slow as molasses and old people could speed walk past me.
I didn’t mind at all because I BELIEVED I was a runner.
Then I lost that belief. Somewhere on a 5 mile run, between Home Depot and Target. I felt a pain shoot through my foot and that was it. The end of training for my race. The end of connecting with friends to share our progress. The end of the identity I had as a “runner”.
On Sunday night, a thought popped in my head. I don’t know why this thought stuck and all the other thoughts I’ve tried to will myself into believing in the last two years haven’t. I thought, “I can just around my block tomorrow after the kids leave for school. It will take me about 2-3 minutes. I CAN DO THAT.”
The strangest thing happened. I knew deep in my bones that I could do it and I would do it.
I felt the same strange thing happen when I decided to go on a journey of fixing my relationship with money. I knew deep in my bones that no matter how tiny the step, how inconsequential it was in the grand scheme of our mess, I could make A TINY CHANGE.
I can’t explain why some thoughts stick and others don’t. But I know when it’s a believable thought it’s more likely to stick.
Never underestimate the power of the tiny, inconsequential, yet believable step you CAN take.
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