There are things we want to do.

Small things.
Quiet things.

And then, just as quickly,
something shifts.

Not resistance, exactly.
Just a soft turning away.

It would be easier not to do it or not to go.
To skip it, to stay.
To let the moment pass.

Nothing would be lost, exactly.

But something would be missed.

So we go forward.

And it is not dramatic.
Nothing changes all at once.

But something settles.

Just enough
to notice the difference.

Not everything that matters announces itself.
Some things are only known by going or doing.

By showing up.