Change Comes In Chunks • Faulkner Group
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Change Comes In Chunks

Getting where you want to go is accomplished, sometimes much to our chagrin, in daily progress towards objectives we have chosen. But for too many, myself included at times, we want to drink a shake or take a pill and see the weight fall off.  We want to buy that lottery ticket because of “all the good I would do” especially now that I’m driving a Bugatti. We want the results but shirk the effort and by we, and I really mean WE because I have done it.

We tend to look at others who have achieved some amazing level of success and either mock their accomplishment, label them silver spoons or excuse their results as some chance event that happens to the lucky and not me.

We also measure poorly. There are many who have become “successful” at the expense of enriched and enriching lives. They sacrificed emotional, physical and relational health at the altar of ego, achievement and status. They deserve our compassion and empathy but not our adoration.

The way to Santiago is simple. Not easy, but simple. Almost anyone reading/watching this “could” do it. All you must to do is plan a bit, avail yourself to the plentiful resources, save a few bucks and some time off and then you get up and walk. Not 500 miles. No, you get up and walk 15 or 20 miles. You spend time in your own thoughts… in your own heart and head. You spend time with others. Sharing a bit of yourself and hearing a bit about them, their stories. You treat aches and pains. You eat sensibly, or not. You rest when you need to and you sleep, sort of. Then, because you can and because you know many others have done this same thing, or endeavors much more difficult, you get up the next day, grab a coffee if you’re smart, sling that pack on your back, lace up those smelly shoes and you walk.

Piece together enough of those daily routines and you wind up in Santiago some 500 miles later in a slight state of disbelief that you did it, followed instantly with a healthy sense of “you’re damn right I did.”

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