I should learn to celebrate little victories instead of focusing on the things I do wrong. That is my bad habit, I saw this post on Tumblr, and I thought it was so relevant. It was a picture of hand drawn sticks that said encouraging words,
“You got out of bed today!”
“You folded the laundry! WooHoo!”
“I almost made it to the gym!”
Little quirky things that I love, that are sweet. I need to start congragulating myself for reading, and writing, and getting out bed, and making breakfast for myself. I need to start that.
Maintaining or achieving happiness sometimes means stretching your definitions. I search for good things or at least things that make me smile everyday. Some days that means being delighted with my fortune cookie, some days that means finding joy in the absurdity of my fellow commuters (which happens a lot) and some days that means revelling in accomplishments that are trivial.
Maybe out of stubbornness, or pride, or unclear logic, I can’t (and won’t) equate passing the next level of Candy Crush or (the far superior) Cookie Jam with achievement. However, I will celebrate things like a cleaned up desktop. I can celebrate getting all my laundry done. I can even celebrate when a blog post gets more than ten views. I will even celebrate a preparing a meal with more than one vegetable in it.
It is in this vein that I celebrate something rather trivial, but which seemed…
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