Small Wins

The truth is I’ve felt a little lost over the past few weeks. Nothing dramatic. Just lonely. Which, when I say it out loud, makes sense — spending both my birthday and Christmas alone has a way of amplifying quiet thoughts.

What’s surprised me more is the direction my mind has been drifting. I’ve caught myself circling everything that isn’t working. All the things I could be doing. All the ways I imagine I’m falling short. It’s a narrow lens, and an unfair one.

Because when I stop and look properly, the evidence tells a very different story.

I am living a rare life. One filled with movement, discipline, learning, and moments most people never experience. It’s not perfect — and it doesn’t need to be — but when I weigh it against the many other paths I could be walking, this one stands out clearly.

It’s a good path.

So today I’m choosing to notice the small wins. The quiet progress. The moments that don’t announce themselves but still matter. They’re easy to overlook when you’re tired or alone, but they’re there all the same.

Today I’ll train without chasing who I think I should become. I’ll train knowing the road is long, and that its richness comes from staying on it — not rushing to the end.

That feels like the right way to move forward.