We all have wins.
Regardless they’re wins, and we celebrate them.
Last Monday I had a small win..but wow did it feel big.
For the first ever….
I drove to a different city.
Yes I know..laugh or judge all you want..but it was a huge win for me.
And if you know me at all you know that’s big.
Long story short, driving and me haven’t always gotten along.
I didn’t really start driving until I was 20. I drove occasionally but it took 20 years to start driving myself around like an adult.
Even when Janelle and I commuted 30 minutes every day to college, I never drove.
She did it all.
Even when I graduated from college and dated someone who lived in a different city, I never drove to go see him.
Call it selfish.
Call it stupid.
Call it stubborn.
But if I didn’t want to do it, I wasn’t going to,
No one understood why.
I got teased, argued with, and made fun of.
People didn’t understand and people didn’t try to understand.
I didn’t want to drive.
Honestly, it scared me.
I couldn’t control other drivers and the unknown, and it scared me.
I’ve obviously been driving for the last seven years just fine.
I get slight road rage, and maybe I don’t always park inside the lines, but I’m a fine driver.
I’ve just never wanted to drive far away.
Something about it just scared me.
This is where we get to my win..
Last Monday rolled around, my mom’s birthday, and for some reason every flower shop online wouldn’t deliver on Monday’s..don’t ask me why..I don’t make the rules..but they wouldn’t.
I really wanted to bring her flowers to work.
So I decided to drive to Dallas.
It’s not that far, I might have gone the longest way possible, but it wasn’t that far.
But I did it.
I took an extended lunch break, bought some flowers, got a balloon, and drove to Dallas.
The sun was shinning bright and the sky a beautiful shade of blue.
I had my favorite radio station on, and I just drove.
I decided to go the back way, a road that always made me nervous, but would take me through my old college town.
A place I had never drove myself to.
It was the craziest thing.
I saw places from my past, but they were different this time.
I don’t think anyone could understand how truly blown away I was with myself.
I had done something that until that very moment, I was scared to do.
I drove to a different city.
All by myself.
Think what you want, but it was my win.
Some wins are big.
Some wins are small.
But it was my win.
This was my moment.
I drove back feeling like I was on top of the world.
I remember those moments so vividly in life, where I felt on top of the world.
Think back to your win, big or small, when you felt like you were on top of the world. Wasn’t that feeling the absolute best? It made you feel like you could take on the world, climb a mountain, win a gold medal at the Olympics.
It sounds funny, comparing the fact that I drove myself to a different city to winning a gold medal at the Olympics, but it’s a win none the less, and it was my win.
I started thinking as I drove back, how something that seemed impossible, I had just done.
How even when the person I was dating wanted me to drive to a different city I wouldn’t do it.
I realized that I didn’t want to.
But when it came to bringing my mom flowers, something that I really wanted to do, I did what seemed impossible.
It’s funny what you can accomplish when you want to.
When the will to do something overpowers the fear you have to get it done.
It’s beautiful it really is.
I was so proud of my win and I’ll always be.
I’ll always remember it as the moment I decided not to let my worries hold me back. The moment when I decided I was stronger than what scared me.
All of that from driving myself to Dallas.
Big wins or small wins..a win is a win.