Today, I was victorious.
I called and scheduled an appointment that’s been looming over my head. For the sake of realness with you, because you deserve it, I’ll tell you that I called a counselor. And I’m terrified. Everything within me screamed, “I don’t wanna!” But I did it anyway.
I did yoga for the third day in a row (woo hoo!). I gave it all I have, too. I didn’t just do it to check it off my list—I stretched and twisted and breathed like it was my job. Afterward, I felt awesome.
On top of that, I had a pretty productive day, too. I went grocery shopping, worked on fundraising, sent out some updates…
In any other season of my life, all of this would be run of the mill—I made a phone call, did some stretches, got my work done. No big deal.
But today, each of those moments was a victory, hard-fought and well-deserved, even though they were tiny and ordinary.
You see, it would have been easier to give into nerves and fear, or lazy excuses and complacency. But in these last few months, as we’ve been on this journey together, I’ve learned that sometimes the moments that define us happen when no one else is around. They may be small and unseen, but they are very real and even momentous.
And so today: no one was there to cheer me on, or encourage me, or remind me that I’m worth fighting for. All by myself, I cheered me on, I encouraged me, I fought for me. I looked my fears and my excuses in the eye. I conquered them. I dared them to challenge me again.
Sometimes, the most important victories seem the tiniest. Today, I won a thousand of them.
