You got this

Saturday 2/28/26

Letter I wrote this morning to the daughter of someone I've known for a long time.

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It is your friend Colin in Boston. I’m hoping your dad can share this note with you when your parents visit you this weekend, but I don’t know. I will write it anyway in case you are able to see it.

I was thinking about you yesterday. You really impress me, and I thought I should tell you that. One of the reasons you were on my mind is because of something I’ve learned that I’ll share with you, if that’s cool. I kind of had to share it with myself once, but that’s how these things can work.

Every big thing…every great thing…everything that means a lot in a very good way…is made up of lots of little things.

I mention that to you because sometimes, when we’re doing what we think of as these little things, we’re not making the progress we want. We don’t have any results to show for it. There we are, and nothing looks much different.

But each thing we do right and in good faith—which means we put forward our best effort, and we’re honest with ourselves about why we’re doing something—is a part of that big thing.

That big thing doesn’t get to exist without that little thing…that actually isn’t so little.

For me, that means that every word I write is a part of something bigger, something I’m hoping to achieve and have, the same as you’re doing what you’re doing right now. Each stair I run matters, too. They’re all important.

When we properly value the little things and do them right, we’re doing big things. Even when we don’t necessarily know it.

You know how people always say, “You got this!” It’s pretty much automatic. It’s just what you say, right?

Well, I don’t. I would never say something I don’t mean. Between you and me, I don’t have it in me. So when I say to you, (), you got this, I really believe it.

Keep doing those little things. One after another. Stack them up! They really aren’t so little. You got this.

Colin