I think we downplay the magnitude of "baby steps".

TA DA newly organized and bare (ish) dresser/vanity/holder of many things unimportant and irrelevant.

But, please note.

Ok, so I took a "baby step" towards this more organized self-structured self shelf self.  But let's not gloss over the fact that, although I only really completed a small percentage of what I set out to do, I in fact, STARTED.  Let's clap for every time we laced up our shoes and went on the treadmill for any amount of time.  For any time you had a good idea and did some part of it.  Listen folks, our imaginations are more energized than a four year old gummy bear addict wearing a solar panel.  Idea. Pow. Idea. Pow. IDEA IDEA IDEA. POW! POW! POW!

So, if you ever actually maneuver your body into completing an act birthed in your imagination, then raise your glass, you admirable character.  We (I) get run down because we (I!!!) get so wrapped up in the notion that every. idea. you've. ever. thought. of. better. come. to. life. otherwise, well, why are you so lazy?


Right?!  Haven't you thought that exact thing before?! You were going to do this but you didn't and so now you're useless.  Man, you can't do anything right.  Do you even enjoy baking?  Why do we try to torture ourselves to prove something and then if it's not perfect it's actually something we cry over?  Hey, go ahead and take a baby step and then slap yourself on the back so hard that it leaves a mark so that you can remember that a baby step is actually something to be proud of.