I sweat most on my hands. Right on the top of them.
When I work out, my face doesn’t get very sweaty; my neck and shoulders are fairly dry, but the tops of my hands are soaking.
It’s very strange.
This was where I tried to direct my focus during spin class last week—to the glistening pools of sweat atop my hands.
The truth is I was frustrated—not with the sweat, however odd it’s location may be—but with myself. With my body. I had tried to clear my mind, I was fighting to push my body, but I wasn’t performing like I wanted to.
After 100+ spin classes (after over a decade of literally zero exercise), I felt stuck. As if I had hit a brick wall. As if this were the farthest I’d be able to go.
I was incredibly frustrated that I wasn’t making progress.
What I didn’t consider, of course, was that just 10 months earlier, I’d never even sat on a stationary bike. That most of my evenings had been spent in front of the warm glow of my computer with a glass of wine in hand.
Amidst my impatience, I failed to recognize how far I’d come.
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I’m always been impatient with myself.
Why haven’t I been published in the New York Times?
Why haven’t I written a bestselling book?
Why haven’t I created more passive revenue streams?
Why haven’t I? Why haven’t I? Why haven’t I?
My progress always seems stalled; my accomplishments minimal. And maybe they are from day-to-day, but when I take a step back—when I allow myself a little perspective—I can see how the little steps forward, the seemingly minute progress, all adds up.
When I look back—not to last week or last month, but to six months or even one year ago, when I was wrapping up work at a traditional, 9-to-5 job—I can see that I’ve come so far.
I have spent 356 days working for myself.
I have written 55 blog posts and been published elsewhere 12 more times. I have worked with over 20 clients and made more than $25,000 dollars. I’ve grown my audience from 1,300 to nearly 3,000. I have even partnered with four other incredible women creatives to host and teach my first course.
I’ve also developed an incredible relationship with my young mentor (who often teaches me more than I could ever teach her). I’ve read over 50 books (only three of which were fiction/escapist/for “fun”) and taken seven courses, on subjects ranging from online business to living with intention. I’ve moved into a new home (after spending a year living with my mother).
I have run (okay, WALKED) a half-marathon, for goodness sake!
I have made enormous strides in the past year—both literally and figuratively—when you look at all of the small steps taken together. I have kicked ass.
Today, instead of bemoaning everything I still want to do, instead of being impatient and irritated with myself for not moving ever faster, I will celebrate what I’ve already done.
I will celebrate how far I’ve come.
Now, it’s your turn: Take a step back. How far have you come—in the last month? Six months? A year? Tell me in the comments! Let’s celebrate together, babe.
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