i've been thinking a lot lately about my life's accomplishments, and how they have all happened s-l-o-w-l-y. little by little, day by day, i've worked that extra hour, listened to a friend or loved one in need, or just simply made the effort, over and over again, to build the life of my dreams.
unfortunately i tend to forget this... and then i see people getting promotions, thriving in relationships, starting new careers, and making it all look so easy. i forget that i too, worked hard to become a yoga teacher. i too, spent hours in the library pulling my hair out before getting my masters degree. i too, spent many moments soul-searching, learning, making mistakes, and then trying all over again, before finding true love.
but it all seems so "easy" when all we see are each others' end results. we don't see the moments when we first taught warrior poses without stumbling; the day we first opened up to our loves about our insecurities; the day we called our best friends and they really needed to talk; or the day we made the decision to skip a latte and save our pennies instead.
so i've decided we should really start celebrating the littlest of little things, don't you think? we should celebrate not just the first client we get... but the second. and we should celebrate the time we stayed up in headstand for half a minute... or the time we made really great pancakes.
because really, isn't that what it's all about anyway? xo.
