Not everyone measures success in the form of money, power or fame.
My success today is a personal gain (yes, apparently I am a poet)
Guess who went to her outside bin without a cardigan? Yep. Me.
I walked as fast as I possibly could, so as to get back inside. But I did it.
That’s a step in the right direction, If I do say so myself.
As little it is to you, it’s big to me.
My heart raced, not an exhilarating – pumped up, heart race, it was more of a scream. As though my heart was saying ‘FUCK, WHAT THE SHIT!? GET BACK INSIDE; RUN RUN BLOODY RUN’
Whilst my brain was going ‘be calm, I said be calm, deep breaths, it’s just to your bin.. Oh wait there’s cars coming HURRYING IT UP CHICK HURRY IT UP’
But, it’s a success. If I was a kid with a sticker chart, I’d be one up. Maybe even two.
Little goals my dudes and dudettes. Little goals heal the soul.
Enjoy your day and celebrate the little victories.
Like getting out of bed.