Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
It’s been a week since we’ve had sugar of any kind (granular, honey, fruit or otherwise) and I’m inclined to celebrate. Not bake myself a cake and have a party kind of celebration, but a high five and a celebratory fist pump seems appropriate.
A week feels like a small victory and a big one.
It’s only the beginning right? I mean we’ve only made it a week, and there are a lot more weeks left in a lifetime. Not a huge accomplishment in the scheme of things.
But the thing is, we did it. We began. We committed and we started something. Instead of putting it off for fear that we would fail, we gave ourselves the chance to succeed. And so far, we have. And I feel pretty good about it.
Whether or not I slip up tomorrow, or another week from now, or in a month, I can start again the next day. And the overall experience will still go down as a success. I began. And I continue to begin. Knowing everyday I might fail, and knowing everyday I might not, and knowing everyday that I first have to give myself that chance, by trying anyways.
Either way, I am better off for having tried.