It’s Always the Small Things

Lately I’ve been putting more effort into trusting and verifying my instincts. When I recognize they’re trying to get me do something, I give them my full attention. Then I pry and rip (aka writing) these nudges from my intuition out into the open. I want them to exist separate from my imagination in a way that can be inspected and critiqued. My guess is that I fail to untangle these moments two-thirds of the time. Likely more. But I keep trying because they always point away from: wildly waves hands in all directions. The biggest instinct popping up right now, by far, is that small things matter and big things don’t. The big things don’t matter because they don’t exist. I can’t stress that last part enough. It’s normal — admirable even! — to be ambitious. But mapping one big idea to one big dream never works. It treats the idea like a root cause, a silver bullet, a one-size-fits-all that never ends up playing nice with reality. There’s power in small. The right small things done…