Fall has arrived, and with it another year starts to wind down. Where does the time go? And what have I done this year to make a difference?
I think about this often, especially as each year ticks away.
As you get older you realize it’s not about what you have, it’s about what you’ve done. What you do every day.
Have I been kind to someone today? Made a difference in my community? In the world?
If only we could see how each small thing we did could become a mountain when piled together. How every gesture we make towards another person or animal truly matters.
I rode past this paint, splattered there in the road. It had been there a while and was dry already. The number of wheel marks in the bike lane fascinated me. I wondered if the people who had gone through while it was wet realized how they had left their mark, perhaps permanently in this bike lane on California Avenue.
And so I ask myself, what small thing can I do tomorrow? And the next day…and the next.
Because I know that’s how I will leave my mark.