On recent snowy day in London, I found myself waiting outside the doctor’s for an appointment.
There was a small private garden on the property, so while I waited, I paced up and down the freshly fallen snow in my hiking boots.
I watched as the smooth powder layer turned into a crisscross of steps and patterns. After a while, I stopped at the side of the garden, listened to a podcast, and slowly watched my footprints begin to disappear under a new layer of snow.
It reminded me how the work we do each day to move our projects, friendships, and families forward is never complete. The world moves quickly, and a moment of inertia can undo a lot of progress.
Sometimes—but not always—progress requires us to just keep moving.