Pandemic times are tough, and it’s important we celebrate our small victories. Here are some of mine.
Some days are more epic than others.
Some days you might summit Mount Everest (or at least Mount Rolleston) or complete your solo sail across the Pacific Ocean.
Other days your victories are smaller.
In these pandemic times, I’ve been having a lot of the small victory type days.
But even small victories are worth celebrating, so that’s what I’m doing in this post.
I got out of bed and navigated to the bedroom door in the dark without falling over His Royal Fluffiness or the washing basket.
I made coffee without spilling the coffee grounds or the milk in the cutlery drawer.
This sounds easy, but making coffee before you’ve had coffee can be quite a challenge.
I cooked scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast without poisoning myself and without setting the kitchen on fire.
And this is despite the fact my elements have only two temperature settings, neither of which you want to cook on.
I managed to get the log fire burning in only three tries, and accidentally let it go out only twice during the day.
Look what I have created! (Sorry, since I saw that I movie I have to say this every time I light a fire.)
I threw at least a dozen pieces of firewood from the woodpile outside into the shed without braining myself or hubby, without knocking any new holes in the back of the shed, and without getting (too badly) ensnared in the blackberries.
I tweeted off and on during the day without getting blocked by anyone new (that I know of) and without starting WWIII.
Some of the conversations were fun.
I changed some words in my WIP, and I’m 85% sure I didn’t make it worse.
(Though it is 3k words longer than last time I checked, when I’d hoped it was getting shorter. But I’m sure they’re good words, so that’s okay.)
I cleaned up three separate piles of cat vomit, the third of which I located by means other than kneeling in it.
Even better, all three were on brightly coloured rugs, so you can’t see the stains.
I sent an email that captured all the useful thoughts I had lying in bed the previous night.
No one emailed back to say my ideas were rubbish.
His Royal Fluffiness
I got into a bopping contest with my cat and pulled my hand away before getting scratched every single time.
You can’t beat that.
Tell me about your recent victories, large or small. We should celebrate together.
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