You Gotta Pay For Those Inches.

Progress comes at a price. A price you have to pay upfront. The price for progress is pain.

And if you're not willing to pay that price you will never get to where you want to be.

Your dreams will run out of gas.

If you've ever run out of gas and found your car stuck on the side of the road then you understand perfectly how painful progress can be. Especially if you are crazy enough to attempt the challenge of pushing your vehicle to the closest gas station.

Your entire body is stretched taut against against the cold metal door frame of the car. Your tennis shoes grip tightly against the asphalt. Ever fiber of your being pushes against the weight of the car.

It takes what seems like minutes for the car to move any distance at all.

Just a few inches.

And even then it seems like frightfully small progress compared to  effort you expended.

But if you are willing to keep pushing -- willing to keep trying -- you will notice that what seemed like no progress at all is now movement that seems to move on its own.  Movement you can walk behind. And then jog behind.

What started out small and impossibly hard now seems to be rolling along all on its own.

You had to pay the price of progress upfront.

You had a sweat it out.

Push it out.

Embrace the pain opf progress longer than you thought was possible.  Just so you can move a few inches.

But those inches are the beginning of you getting to where you want to be. They're the start.

Just the beginning of what is possible.

The same guts that helps you move your busted car to to where you can get help is the same formula for every other aspect of you being awesome.

You gotta pay for the inches. You gotta believe this up front.

You gotta sweat. Fight. Push. Shout. Swear. Groan.

And not give up.