I Need a Backhoe

I was thinking about that old philosophical conundrum about what happens when an irresistable force meets an immovable object. Of course these two things are mutually exclusive. The presence of one precludes the other. But I'm just thinking how difficult it is to change oneself. As I investigate and evaluate myself, I realize there are some significant changes I'd like to make. But I want the changes to happen now, and it's impossible. I want to move the mountain with one shovel full of dirt. But I need to be reminded that is not how change happens (unless you have some dynamite). To move a mountain, you need to take it one shovel at a time. Fill up the bucket, one at a time. Dump the bucket into the truck, one at a time. When the truck gets full you dump it and then start again. If you stay with it long enough, you will one day look up and realize that the mountain is moved. If only I had that irresistable force to wipe out this immovable object. I don't. So I'm reaching today for one shovel of dirt.