Tea & Whiskers: Tiny Triumphs Matter

This may seem like something very small, and not at all worthy of commenting on, but often I think progress is the accumulation of tiny, little triumphs and not so much the great, magnificent trophy.

I used to really loath deconstructing carboard into the recycling bin. Chopping it up into smaller pieces so it’d all fit. It would tire me out and exhaust me, and I’d just end up cursing myself out about how pathetic and useless I was. Utterly worthless, I couldn’t even deconstruct carboard!

And, so, the downward spiral would start. Just over…carboard.

Yeah.

I know. Dramatic much.

But the point is, when you spend a lot of your energy just managing to maintain yourself, to get through the day, anything extra kind of becomes a big deal.

Recently though, deconstructing carboard has become much easier. In fact, I can rip carboard up with my bare hands, I no longer need sharp knives. What used to take me forever, and was a momentous task, has shrunken down to a lesser task.

Why?

Well, I think it’s because of the gym. I have managed to get some strength, when once, I had none, and this has made a significant difference.

But the differences are all small little bits of progress.

None of it takes the pain away. I wish, so much, that the pain would just—go away. I hate being chased constantly by its incessantness.

Yet I am so grateful for the small victories. They may not seem like much at all, but finally being able to rip up carboard, well, it practically makes me feel like a shield-maiden, so, I’ll take that.

If you’re battling something small like the cardboard this week too, I see you. Every Tiny Triumph counts, even the ones no one else notices.