Rarely do I celebrate small victories.
I should, because these are the victories I seem to be awarded.
A shout-out to my compadres. Those of you who might be rebuilding a life after divorce, muddling your way through raising teens, finding a way to follow your passion and pay the bills.
Myriad ways of figuring out our lives, right?
I have found there is no need to include others. Most of the time, they will not understand this small victory because they did not understand or live the situation leading up to it.
It is enough to toast to yourself.
This week, in a week where the virus one very small 10-year-old boy brought home has felled an entire household, small victories were all I got.
Tax time. If you know me well, you know tax time is my nemesis. So much record keeping, so much calculating, so many things to discuss with the accountant. In years past, particularly after my divorce, tax time was a long, drawn-out nightmare.
But this year, I realized I was able to pull together my documentation in a matter of hours. An afternoon, really. All of the tedious phone calls and website entry I’d had to do to make my financial affairs much more electronic in nature finally paid off.
Found time, for me, is a small victory.
Being able to donate a few bags and boxes of things that no longer fit my body, my lifestyle or my preferences made me feel lighter.
Lightening up is a small victory.
Accepting that I was ill and resting rather than trying to power through, as I usually do, was a new thing I tried this week.
I found taking care of myself is a small victory also. Along with not beating myself up for missing barre class because I was sick.
These bits are important to me only, really. And yet, I write about them because I am sure you have your own small victories.
Break out the champagne, people.
It is these small celebrations that will lead us to the big one. Without these tiny milestones—learning to better handle finances, clearing clutter, taking good care of ourselves, fill-in-the-blank with your own victory—we don’t ever achieve the big ones.
At least, not in a way we can enjoy.
Let those bubbles tickle your nose, your tongue.
You earned them with little fanfare. And can celebrate in the same manner. While enjoying them all the same.
Sending my applause your way.