If you had to choose one word to describe the past 365 days, what would it be? My word would be progress.
In the very obvious sense of the word, I have made some positive changes over the past year. I began exercising again and discovered I did have time and I could do it. I stopped drinking soda for 184 days. I ended a toxic relationship that I had held onto for way to long because I didn't want to hurt him, all the while not considering the hurt it was causing me. I started a new relationship with a wonderful man, someone who has changed my life for the better. I will also end the year 13.6 pounds lighter than when I started, since gaining 13.6 pounds back the last three months.
While these are all things to celebrate, I recognize that I still have work to do. Those small steps may have gotten me closer to my best life, but I definitely still have some distance to cover. That’s where the second meaning comes in. I am a work in progress.
The old me may have viewed this year as a disappointment (13.6 pounds in a year, really?); as a perfectionist, I have always believed that the definition of failure is missing a goal. But this year is different, I am much more forgiving of myself and have learned to celebrate any accomplishment, no matter how small.
Looking ahead to the next 365 days, I will keep taking small steps forward toward my goals. Now, that is what I call progress.