This week marked a huge milestone for me, one that I had been thinking about accomplishing since eighth grade: I finished and turned in my thesis! *cue cheering*
Since I was a little girl, I have loved books, reading, and writing. I would read anything I could get my hands on, so much to the point my parents would take books away from me because I “read too much” (which, in my mind, was always crazy, because I was simply reading books). And for my entire life, I knew that when I got to college, I wanted to study books, wanted to become an English major, and maybe even write one of my own someday.
I am a rare specimen because my interests never changed. Even though I attended a liberal arts college and explored many other subjects (and honestly, I love every subject! I love math, science, history… I would get a degree in all of them if I could), I still always returned to English, because nothing made me so happy as when I sat down to read a book. I still feel a flutter of excitement inside of me every time I open a new story.
Of course, health and wellness became another huge passion of mine over the past few years, but English is right up there with it, the two working side by side, coexisting in more ways than I ever thought they would be able to. My love of writing and communicating fuels this blog- I love sitting down to write about what I’ve learned, how I’m doing, recipes, and so much more. I love opening my computer to read articles from around the web on exercise, eating, and new trends. Books are even a major factor in my every day balance- I try to read right before bed every night, because the habit helps me sleep better. If I am overwhelmed or stressed, reading calms me down. And when I just want a day to relax, I more often than not can be found cracking open a new book (or returning to an old favorite).
So yeah, I always knew I was going to be an English major, and while I love writing analytical papers (I know, I know, who am I?), I always thought I would write a creative story for my thesis. And I am really proud of myself for making that dream come true and accomplishing my goal.
But I don’t believe milestones have to be years in the making. I believe milestones can be anything from turning in your thesis to increasing the amount of weights you can squat at the gym. Milestones can be adding one extra mile to your routine, or even taking a bite of ice cream without feeling any guilt. We are accomplishing milestones every single day and we don’t give ourselves enough credit for them.
Take a look at what you did this week. Even if it was the most mundane 7 days of your life, my guess is you did something you don’t even realize was an accomplishment. Did you get to work a little early and subsequently get more done? Maybe you ordered a smoothie and for the first time, asked them to add spinach to it (and maybe, you even liked it). Perhaps you even listened to your body, acknowledged that you were tired, and allowed yourself to go home after work instead of to drinks with coworkers, giving yourself a few extra moments of much-needed peace and quiet.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying we should expect applause and a pat on the back every day for completing an action such as these ones listed; rather, I am saying that it is more than okay to be proud of ourselves for accomplishing something, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem at the time, to us or to our peers. Reveling in the little moments makes overarching goals seem a lot less scary. When I was working on my thesis, I would be proud of myself every time I wrote a page. Because while a page may seem like nothing in a work that ended up being 70 pages total, a page takes me one step closer to that goal. Plus, who knows? Maybe that page was the turning point. Maybe, without that single page, the rest of my thesis may not have come together in the way it had. Maybe that one page will be a page my readers look back on for their rest of their lives! Hey, anything is possible, right?
So be proud of who you are and what you do, no matter how small your actions seem, because you never know what action is going to change your life.
What was a moment you experienced that felt insignificant at the time, but in the end turned out to be very important? I would love to know, so leave your stories in the comments below!