I’m lacking at pinpointing things in my life that I’m proud of, normally I just say, “dunno.”
But in this moment, I’m fleetingly proud of the little things. (Those really seem to add up, don’t they?)
1. I can now paint my fingernails without looking like I struggled (too much) to stay inside the lines.
2. Still (shamelessly) knowing the words to so many Disney songs. (For some reason I have “One Jump Ahead” on repeat.)
3. That I can now allow myself to take a day off from running. When I get a goal in my head, I will push myself until the point of exhaustion. But I’ve come to realize that that will get me no where but in a doctor’s office being told something is sprained or stressed. So I’m proud for not running today.
4. No longer hesitating and just saying “yes” to plans. Too often I stop, pause, and over think things. That needs to stop, and I relinquish control to that oppressive “no” one “yes” at a time.
5. I’m proud to admit my happiness and that I’m improving things that once challenged me (finding things I’m proud of, no longer painting my nails like I’m in a moving vehicle exploring rough terrain.)
BONUS I’m proud that I love to enjoy Boston solo, it’s sort of a liberating experience wandering a city in your own thoughts.
