stepping

By stepping outside your comfort zone to do something peculiar, you confirm that you can do more than you've done. Move out!

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

The road may be rough, the journey may be tough and the experience may be bitter, but they are stepping stones to our future thrones.

Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.

Failures to heroic minds are the stepping stones to success.

Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer__ balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef__ white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.

The step that we are on is only a step to the next place, and no step regardless of how massive is ever a destination.