Tiny Moments

"You need to be more open. You've been guarding your heart for so long you don't know how to receive. Relax... Enjoy..." I was talking with a friend the other day and these were the words that were coming at me from her end. If only I could say it's the first time I've heard them. It's not. If only I could say that she's way off base and out of line for even making that kind of comment. She's not. And if only I could flip a switch and simply change. I can't. At least not overnight.

There are a million ways to say it—"A journey of a thousand miles begins with just one step"; "Rome wasn't built in a day"; "Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it"; "Every mighty oak was once a nut that stood its ground"— But all the cliche's dissolve into tiny moments. Tiny moments. It's always the tiny moments; tiny moments that are heaved upon other tiny moments that finally solidify into a massive realization of change.

This is a tiny moment. This is a tiny post. And this tiny post provides a tiny glimpse of my not-so-tiny heart.

But in this tiny moment, I celebrate Rome!