I heard the phrase “step back.” It popped something in my head, like a quiet tap on my shoulder.
Yesterday, I was in a very tight corner, glued to my laptop. I was throwing emails, going to social medias to feed my eyes. Although my neck ached, I still decided to stay behind and be active for the good that might come in the night.
Then I remembered one of my old boots. I decided to take it from the closet. I laced them up, left the phone on top of the counter, and walked through the door.
Ten minutes in those boots, I could hear so many noises. I started to fade into the thin air. I could see it grew away from the branch. The sunlight everywhere was somehow flimsy, the light switching off and on. I wasn’t trying to face anything. I was just there, busy for nothing.
That’s when the magic of stepping back hit me. I had to create that distance, space for that little picture. And this works every time—maybe at work, or anywhere. You can’t always do anything that moves the needle.
Whether you are in an argument, you pause sometimes; suddenly you hear other people instead of your own words. That is the word of a dream.
You step back, you keep grinding. Dreams that look like a mountain are more like a trail. And we have to stop now. And step back.
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