Progress. It’s a cheerful word, one that means (hooray!) we’re getting somewhere. It’s also a word that indicates work is being done, that we haven’t yet achieved success but, rather, are inching toward a worthy goal. We may be moving slowly, but we’re moving forward, and that’s what counts. 

Spring is the just-right time to contemplate progress. We’ve got a bit of experience behind us, some momentum for what’s ahead, and an end just over the horizon. We can absolutely do this, and do it well. None of it will be perfect, and we’re okay with that. 

If we’ve learned anything in the last year-in-review, it’s that we can only do what we can do, and then we must let it be what it is. We must rest. We must breathe. We must relinquish our investment in outcomes and instead just try. Show up. Listen. Learn. Love. Let go. 

Progress is all we can ask of ourselves, and of others. It’s time-consuming, it’s strenuous, it requires adaptation and improv. And it’s genuinely enough. 

You’re doing awesome. Keep going.