We are judged by what we finish,
not what we start.
Anonymous
Hectic days infect us with amnesia of action. Despite our certain knowledge of constant and diligent effort, we have the sense we’ve fallen further behind.
The determination to achieve is fueled by the knowledge that we can. Without believing we make a difference, even the strongest get run down. Both sprints and marathons require bright ribbons to mark the end of the race.
In a perfect world, the heavens would announce every achievement with a herald of trumpets. In the world we have to work with, we must blow our own horns, even if we’re both trumpeter and audience.
Every achievement, from finishing a tiny scrap of writing, to placing the call we’ve been avoiding, to the completion of that six month project, is worthy of noting and celebrating. Whether it is a grin of satisfaction, a mark ticked on a list or the dance of joy performed in solitude; every celebration honours past efforts and prepares us for the next activity.
We measure distances with a ruler, time by the ticks of a clock and small steps of progress by tasks scratched off our list.
