My little brother wrote his college application essay about his three older siblings and what he has learned from each of us. He wrote, about me, that I am a dreamer. A fair statement. I have always been one. Though only 17, he is quite wise, he commented that though dreaming big, as I do, is important and can help you to reach great heights in life, we must also realize that smaller goals are imperative. The journey is a series of small goals being realized on the way to achieving the big one.
Small victories are all around me right now. Thanks to Jake, I have started to appreciate them for how amazing they really can be. A small victory for me is as simple as remembering to take all of my vitamins and supplements during the day. Even though it may seem insignificant, it is a victory over a choice to do everything right, which I promised to myself before this season started.
I had another small victory tonight. At performance training with Harry this evening, I made Harry cry. Okay, so it was not buckets but rather a welling of the eyes with tears, but it really made me smile. It came after I completed, successfully, for the first time an exercise that only a week ago I was not able to do. In my joy, I gave him a huge high-five and it was then that I realized that this small victory, tackling the exercise, was not only a victory for me, but also for him.
One baby step down....