Little Mountains

Good morning! Are you out there getting things done and crushing goals and all that motivational talk stuff? Or are you hiding under the covers? Or are you like me, somewhere in between?


Don’t get me wrong,  I like getting things done and I like goals. I actually get TONS of things done all the time. I bet you do too. Climb every mountain and all that. But I have learned that I’m not the type that wants to climb Mount Everest. I like keeping work to a manageable amount. I get it done in bite-sized pieces. It makes life easier. 

Turns out I like to climb little mountains. 

I’m not exactly drowning in time, but getting up earlier and doing something towards your goals, whatever they happen to be, feels like a luxury. In the end I’m only actually giving myself an extra ten or fifteen minutes in the morning but - my goodness! - what a delightful fifteen minutes it is! 

I love it, and I hardly know what to do with myself and this precious non-rushed time. Greedy little me just eats it up. With a spoon. A nice big one too, not one of Prufrock’s sad little coffee spoons.