Every morning when I take my daughter to her daycare there’s a guy with a leaf-blower working the grounds. He’s never actually picking up any leaves… or even piling them anywhere for that matter. He’s always in the same area, just blowing the leaves away from one spot, over to another spot. At night, I wonder if someone else comes out and blows them back to the first spot again before I show up to see him repeating the same ritual.
He seems happy, though, displacing the leaves every day. The kind of guy who would have starting bailing water on the Titanic. Everything comes pouring back at him, but for the moment, he’s in charge. The leaves are moving because of him. He points the blower and rank and file everything moves aside and there’s a clear cut path in front of him.
Every day he clears out his path, never minding the forest around him with all the next day’s obstacles waiting to descend.
Every day he stays his course there’s one less obstacle to clear.
Every day.
One day at a time.