Today felt like the right day to start.
That’s not to say that anything major happened. I didn’t wake up transformed (rolled out of bed in time to log in for work). I hadn’t organized my thoughts from the past two weeks. I didn’t wake up feeling extra motivated.
I genuinely don’t know if it was divine intervention that kept me glued to this computer all day figuring out how to use WordPress. But here I am with a completed Home Page, About Page, and Contact Page which is a pretty big win for me. I don’t normally have the patience to struggle through being a novice with an application that has so many layers. But lately, I make sure that I celebrate my accomplishment more than I struggled.
I like to think that’s what a daily positivity practice is. It’s the house being covered in a layer of dust and noise polluted because the bathroom is being renovated but being grateful that the men are nice guys. It’s being so happy to buy them pizza for lunch.
What a Daily Positivity Practice Really Means
I started this blog as a way of tracking small good moments. I’m not here to pretend that life is perfect nor to ignore difficult things. I’m here to make sure that the quiet good things don’t disappear.
It’s easy to remember mistakes, awkward interactions, or things we wish we handled better. Those memories tend to replay on their own. Rumination, amirite?
The Small Wins Need Attention
The small wins don’t.
The small wins need attention.
This positivity practice is my way of building a habit of noticing everyday acts of kindness, quiet progress, and subtle growth. Sometimes that looks like a kind interaction. Sometimes it’s disguised as a moment of self-compassion. Sometimes it’s proudly realizing that I would have handled something differently a year ago.
I don’t claim that this practice is the be all, end all. Life is still kind of a bitch. Hard days exist so that we know what easy days feel like. Paying attention changes what we carry home with us at the end of the day.
Instead of only remembering what went wrong, I’m choosing to remember what went right – even if it’s small.
I’ve been called “tiny” almost my whole life so I’ll leave you with my go to response:
the best things always come in small packages.