Step by Step, Inch by Inch

They say the only thing we can really count on is change, but I’m here to tell you that change is a trickster. I went to bed last night with my already old lady eyes complete with crows feet and well-packed bags underneath. This morning when I woke up my bags had a basement and their own set of crows feet. This seemed to happen without any gradual buildup over time, like a lightning strike. I’m used to this. I went to bed flat chested in sixth-grade and woke up needing a 32A bra, not a 32AA mind you, a 32A. My dad dropped his fork at breakfast when I walked into the room. But even that time lapse photography style of bust growth still had to go through all the steps to blossom. So did the lightning strike that seemed to come at a tree like a bat out of hell. There were barometric pressures and weather fronts and whatnot. Same with the bat. Maybe another bat ticked it off. Maybe it was hungry. Maybe it was escaping a predator. The thing is we often don’t see, or at least don’t notice, all the things that lead up to a major change. This can make us feel out of control. Usually we are. Control is often an illusion and yet… Change requires lots of steps. Steps we’ve been condition by these seemingly overnight changes to believe we shouldn’t need. So do the small stuff. It adds up. Even if you can’t see it right away. It took a lot of steps to get we’re we are. Let’s start taking steps in the other direction. I’ve got water and bandaids. Who’s with me?

Cinse Bonino
2025