Yesterday this phrase popped into my head. “Pressing forward”. I mulled over what that means to me and discovered a couple of simple metaphors. I pictured my dog Bob, a 120 black Lab who never seemed to stop pressing forward when we were out for a walk. He rarely stopped to smell the roses, so to speak. He had a mindset that no matter what was before him, he was moving on, pressing forward, like how you picture a bulldog with the mindset of, “get out of my way because here I come”. Then I pictured myself running through a cornfield with the towering plants surrounding me. In that I can’t see outside the picture, but I can press through the rows of corn, getting prickled by the leaves as I go, but with the intent on getting through. I must “press forward” despite the doubts and fears. I must press forward through the doubts and fears. I cannot see the complete picture before me, but I can imagine it. Even when the ground is like sludge and I’m barely moving forward, at least I’m pressing on.
My next post – what it means to take a break.