Tiny Steps

Twice this week I have heard the mention of how your thoughts become tangible and real when you write them down. This couldn’t be more true for me lately.

As mentioned in past blogs, I have been trying to figure out how to get back on track, who I am now, where I want to go. I sat down and started writing. I started vague. I want sunshine, I want to inspire, I want to live and get paid to be creative. I just let it all out. As small pieces came out, I could step back and see a bigger picture forming. It’s as if I had all these puzzle pieces floating around and they just needed pulled out and laid in front of me to figure out how to start piecing them together.

Now I have all these pieces of paper with what I want written all over them. Unfortunately, I can’t just stop there. So many of us want something… friends, reaching a dream, to get in better shape, etc. The hard part is the action. I can sit and dream about having abs again, but unless I’m willing to do some sit-ups and lose a little weight, then it’s just thoughts.

It’s so easy to get overwhelmed by the process. We see the big goal and we don’t see the path to get there. The real trick is the little steps. Children don’t learn to walk over night. They learn to pull themselves up, they strengthen their legs, they walk along furniture, and eventually they’re running all over the place. It starts with small movements.

Every day I give myself at least one action; a phone call, an e-mail, some research, buying business cards, etc. My small steps started about two weeks ago. It started with writing what I wanted. Then it involved making some phone calls. The ripples of those small steps already have me reeling. I’ve booked 4 art shows (local, national, and international). I have made some good contacts with future plans to partner. I have classes scheduled. I am selling work. I have a few interviews lined up. Things are good. It all came from a few small steps.


About Anastacia Drake - Fine Artist

I am from Kansas and I have traveled all over the world. I am an artist, and I have a business brain. I love skirts and tennis shoes. I like to get dirty and ride motorcycles. I am sensitive and I can be mean. I love nature, and believe in protecting it. I love to laugh, and feel better after a good cry. I can be stubborn and impatient. I am constantly growing. I am open and free. I look to be inspired and love to inspire. I play guitar and secretly want to play drums. I have a puppy that brings me great joy. I love hugs, cuddling, holding hands...and wrestling. I love the mountains and the beach. I have to make a pilgrimage to the ocean at least twice a year to balance myself. I believe in balance in all things. Traveling is a passion, and meeting interesting people from all over the world is the perk! I have small town values, and big city dreams. I love beer, hate wine. I believe that what you put out comes back. I believe and live by the belief of treating others like you want to be treated. I enjoy stimulating conversation, and a good sense of humor. Caffeine is my drug of choice, and coffee over chess or good conversation is my luxury. I am strong but sometimes feel small. I strive to be my authentic me.
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2 Responses to Tiny Steps

  1. alan says:

    Maybe you haven’t been off the path. Maybe you have been forging a new path. It takes time to orient yourself, strength and confidence that your are moving in the desired direction, willingness and faith to deal with obstacles. Once embraced all this becomes the path, a destination realized with every small step. Give yourself a little time for food, water, love, rest, and the occasional scenic distraction.

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