Small Victories Are Still Victories

I consider a day sort of “conquered” when I manage to fight through the pain and mental stuff and end the day with an empty kitchen sink and the dishes put away. A lot of the time, I end up leaving the birdies’ food bowls in the left-hand side of the sink, soaking overnight, and my own dishes that I washed are left sitting in the drain basket in the right-hand side.

Today, though, everything is put away, and all of the birdie dishes are washed and in their drain basket (the white one on the counter is for the birds). All ready for another day of use!

The takeaway?

I might have been in awful pain all day. I might have had multiple panic attacks and quite a few super dark moments, depression-wise… I might have only eaten a few bites of food today. But – I got just angry enough at the whole situation to lash out and use my last “spoon” (Google “Spoon Theory”) to deal with the dishes. It will be nice to start the day tomorrow with a clean slate.

So, while it may not seem like much to most… to me, small victories like this one are still victories, and they’re a very BIG deal to me. I may not be able to make it happen tomorrow (and very nearly didn’t today), but TODAY… today, I got the job done.

Now I’m off to turn on my heating pads and try to find a way to get a bit of pain relief… if possible.

Celebrate those small wins, everyone. At the end of the day… you still won.