Stop judging the size of the win

small wins.

medium wins.

big wins.

for what? Is there an end game? Is there a point in our life when we stop trying? When we no longer have to go back to the drwaing board? Lately, I’ve been thinking my middle name can be switched to ‘continually going back to the drwaing board” although it’s a bit long, I think it’s kinda cute (in that different sort of way) ANYWAY.

the size of the win.

does it even matter if we’re trying to show up every day?

When you’re playing a basketball game, is the winning shot MORE important than the 52 goal? (assuming it’s a 100 point game?) b/c without that 52, there would be no tie- and that’s in a game WITH A DEFINITIVE END POINT.

this movement game, has no end point- until we go into necrosis. (what that too much too fast?)
but what if we stopped juding our wins by the size, as if small wins are less than. b/c is there a big win without daily small wins? I’m not sure.

this is what picking up trash always reminds me of, that small things matter. that I can make a difference. that little things become the big things which are all the things.

I can go in circles for days, so don’t try and out twirl me.