I failed a Christmas cookie exchange this week.
Strike 1: Store bought Jo-Jo’s.
Strike 2: I stayed for a maximum of 7 minutes. Let’s be clear. I was there for the cookies, not the socializing. Obviously.
Strike 3: I took more than the allotted amount. Accidentally. Again, obviously.
And yet, I still have cookies. That's a win!
I am so grateful there was a win in there somewhere. In fact, I feel like there is a win to be found everywhere.
Also this week...
Forgetting to take shoes for my kid to school? A recess full of freezing puddles and splashing. Win.
Allowing my kid to choose one thing from the grocery store and they chose a pomegranate. Win.
As my friend Shelly patiently watched her husband pass away of cancer and we discussed miracles she said “I already have my miracle. It’s 20 years and a family with the man I love.” Win.
I failed miserably this week.
I usually do.
But I feel like I’m winning.
Maybe that’s the key. Maybe that's some of my truth.
Look for your win. Find it. It’s there. I promise.
It’s just waiting for you to give it the time of day.
Excuse me while I eat my winnings.