It began with only one. It always begins with one.
I sat beside a tranquil pond the other day. Planning. Plotting. Dreaming. An occasional fish flipped to the surface splashing after a buzzing bug.
The usual summer stuff.
And then it began.
Somewhere around the edge of that still and stagnant pond, one frog croaked.
It sounded awkward, uncertain. And lonely.
But not for long.
Over the next few minutes a few more more croaks joined in. Then more. Again. And again. Until soon a whole chorus of croaking resonated across the pond in a cacophonous roar.
But it all began with one.
The courageous frog reminded me. It always begins with one.
My plans may seem insignificant to the rest of the pond. I may tell myself some reassuring lies about my croak not making much of a difference.
And it won’t. If I don’t.
But motion leads to momentum.
So consider this post a lone croak. Feel free to join in with a comment. Or start a chorus with a croak of your own today.
It always begins with one.