I’m not much of a self-help kind of guy. I find some of my writing lately starts to creep into that territory. So it is not my intention to sound like I have it all together because I don’t. In fact, I barely have it together. I wrote out this simple equation that explains how much I have together:
My life = chaos² x (my age + Legos I step on) / (age(s) of kids)
So you can clearly see what’s going on in my life right now. With that said, I want to celebrate some small victories.
I enjoy committing myself to things. Every year is an opportunity to do the thing that I have been putting off for an entire year. It’s easy for me to think about what an entire year will look like.
“This year…I will read 24+ books!”
“This year…I will not buy new clothes!”
“This year…I will exercise every single day!”
The hopeful part of my brain takes over, but the pragmatic part of my brain knows better. I can barely plan a week ahead, but somehow I am going to manage to plan an entire year. New Year’s Resolutions are great, but New Day’s Resolutions might be better.
I set a goal for myself at the beginning of this year. 31 days. Not 365. Each day that I achieved my goal became a small victory. I’ve now had 52 small victories. Small victories are powerful. They feed off of each other (like the infected in The Last of Us 😭). A snowball effect.
Now that we are in February, the glamor of resolutions has certainly died. I know that feeling all too well. In the past, I would have simply said “I’ll start next year.” This year I have focused on small, daily victories knowing that they’ll turn into big wins. So if you set goals and messed up, next year is a ways away. But tomorrow is pretty soon.
small victory + small victory + small victory … = big wins