Don't you find it funny how true cliches are, despite their bad reputation? For instance, today I realised the truth of the cliche that the little things are the ones which count. Sometimes you wake up one day and you suddenly realise how far you've come from a few years back, and you kind of wonder how the change came about. I think it is the little things that make this change. The little decisions to just indulge that little bit here, or to make that extra effort to be nice there, that ever so gradually and imperceptibly build up.
Dance also helped me realise this. In dance, particularly in ballet, every move you make is important, and significant. Slack a little bit at barre, and you will feel it at centre work. In no movement can you say, what the heck, I shall slacken just a little bit here. Once you do so, the whole movement is ruined. Perhaps it is imperceptibly so, but the weakness will be revealed in other steps that you perform.
You have one life, take that little bit of extra time to think over the choices you make. You will live it all the better for thinking.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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