It’s a foggy Sunday morning. It’s so dense out there that I can just barely make out the end of my driveway – which isn’t as bad as it sounds, I’ve got a pretty long driveway.

But it’s cool and the whole world seems soaked and the trees are still missing their leaves which makes it look more like October on the cusp of November, rather than February, on the cusp of March.

It’s a day for staying inside, wearing comfortable clothes, and not paying much attention to your windows.

I won’t be able to do that and it got me thinking about navigating the fog. Sometimes, the path ahead isn’t clear. Sure, you can see the stuff close to you, and if you’re moving slow and easy – like you do in a fog – you’ll be able to see the things you need to avoid, even though the road ahead is fuzzy.

So you narrow your focus. Bring it inward, pay more attention to the here and now. You know your destination is out there, even if you can’t see it clearly today.

Put one foot in front of the other. Keep on doing what you do. Slow and easy. Not only will this keep you from putting a foot wrong, but the perspective is different. There’s a filter on the light that changes the way even normal, everyday things look. And you’ve got the time to look because there’s no hurry today.

So take the time to really see your surroundings. The temptation is there to try and see the whole picture at once – and there will be days where you can do that, but there is as much to see in the micro-view, as the macro, if you look.

There will be days where the sun shines, the birds sing, and the sky is so clear and blue that you can see a half-mile shy of forever.

For now, though, take it one step at a time. Even if you can’t see them right now, the birds are still out there, still singing. You can hear them if you listen.

Thanks for reading.

Be safe out there. Be Excellent to Each other.

I’ll see you on Thursday.


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