One Thing at a Time Keep moving. Keep living.

One thing at a time. Keep moving. Keep living.

And leave a little room for the unexpected. Sometimes the best chapters aren’t the ones we planned six months in advance; they’re the ones where we simply said, “Why not?”

That’s exactly how I feel right now.

Sometimes I have the urge to rush and push through, as if I have to accomplish everything at once, or as if there is some deadline looming over me. I have to remind myself that I’ve already done something wonderful—not because my book is going to remain in this world forever, but because of the person that I’m becoming because of it.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget what we have accomplished while we’re still living it. But feeling integrated and comfortable with who I am is a long process, and I have come a long way from where I used to be.

I know I’m not going to be here forever. None of us has an expiration date printed on us, but we all know there is one. And because I know that, I want to be intentional about how I live the years I have left—not frantic, not afraid, and not waiting for some perfect moment to begin living.

It matters precisely because it won’t last forever.

My book may outlive me. My words may continue to exist long after I’m gone. But I am the one who gets to experience the life that created them.

The trips. The writing. The unexpected turns. The people I meet and the people I outgrow. The mornings when my mind wanders somewhere I never expected it to go.

The book becomes part of my legacy.

But I get to live the story.

And maybe that's what I’m reminding myself of right now:

One thing at a time. Keep moving. Keep living.

And leave a little room for the unexpected.

Because sometimes the best chapters aren't the ones we planned.

Sometimes they begin with two very simple words:

Why not?