crow pose in my yoga class. i was standing up, then i was folded over, then i was tentatively pulling one foot up, then i said to myself, 'let's go.' and i went. and bam. there i was. for many seconds. and after that, i was high on my accomplishment.
when you're younger, i feel like accomplishments are a dime a dozen. you get an a in class. your essay gets picked for some publication. your team wins the big game. you finish finals. your first news story gets published. everyone is there to cheer you on. and not to say that it's not warranted, but you sort of get an inflated view of yourself. you're like, 'oh hot damn i'm the best ever.' because you are. you totally are. you are the greatest human who has ever done the things that you are currently doing.
as i've entered my mid-20s, i feel like the accomplishments are thinning out. sure, there are life accomplishments that have come; craig and i got a dog, we got engaged and now we're getting married. but i didn't earn those. i didn't work for those (though love is work, but that's another post for another time). sometimes, you get a new job and everyone's there cheering for you. but no one's there cheering for the little things. it's in those moments, you learn to be your own cheerleader.
because, at the end of the day, you're the only one who matters. you're the one who truly appreciates the things you accomplish, and realistically you're the only one who's going to remember every little one.
so when i stuck crow last night, there was no one behind me going 'go alex go!' it was just me, my mat and a room full of sweaty people each having their own form of an accomplishment. so i cheered for myself. i applauded myself, and i was in awe of myself and what i'm capable of. i'm amazing.
and so are you. acknowledge your accomplishments. no matter how big, small or sweaty. they're all important.