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Little Victories

Over the years, I've run into moments in my life where I've gotten caught up in macro verses the micro.  Instead of focusing on getting my footing as I make/made my way up my Kilimanjaro challenge, obstacle, moment whatever, my eyes would instead focus in on the enormity of what was/is ahead/in front of me leaving me feeling overwhelmed and defeated. 

I know, I know - "Just put one foot in front of the other" - "focus on the moment you are in" - "don't make a mountain out of a molehill" - "baby steps" etc...

What many of us do is spend our time reaching for the very out of reach top of the mountain while steadily climbing toward it ignoring every step we've painstakingly taken thus far. Ignoring these steps is so dangerous. Not accessing how far you've come already can cause you to misinterpret how close you are to attaining your goal causing  you to want to give up and let go...At least that is how I have functioned in the past, fine, and a little in the present too.

What helps me get through to myself is when I start focusing on the accomplishment at hand.   I start to embrace each of my building blocks, seeing them as individual victories.  This way of thinking gave/gives me the fuel to continue striving for the top of the mountain.  It also has helped/helps me to appreciate what each block, step, moment was/is teaching me.  

Little victories...The micro details of my journey enable the completion/accomplishment of the macro vision/goal/challenge.





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