Little by little, the days pass by
Little by little, the air clears
Little by little, I can breathe again
I can breathe again --
Little by Little - Robert Plant
Most days I feel I’m living that verse. Little by little the minutes and days go by. I start the work day looking down a long, dark tunnel and the closer I get to quitting time, the cleaner the air becomes. I get in my car and take a deep breath. I drive home to begin my real life, which is very different from the forty hours I spend at my job. I suspect I’m not alone in this.
The closer I get to being able to retire, and the clock stands at a little over three and a half years, the worse the days become. But I have no choice except to ride it out.
But little by little, time moves forward in deliberate increments to that magic day in 2019.
Little by little, be they good or bad, the days full of obligation pass.
Little by little, the days spent breathing city air are fewer in number.
Little by little, I dare to believe I’ll be able to fulfill my dream of writing full time.
Little by little it’s going to be a reality. All I need is a patience, little by little.