As I get older it becomes more apparent that there are rarely moments of true success. Success comes in small incremental moments, which often pass by uncelebrated. I do try to write down small successes at the very least, but I mostly do not remember to do so. This week I hit the deadline I wrote about last week. I have no idea of the project is a success, but I have finished everything I can do to make it succeed and it was hard work.
My family took me out to dinner to celebrate the deadline being met and all the hard work I have put in. Not celebrating the success of my piece of work – it may still fail, it is dependent on others now, not me. In the same way as an exam result depends on the grade boundaries as much as the effort you put in, or a job interview depends on who else is being interviewed and what the employer wants, as much as my performance. All of these things require lots of preparation, effort and a good amount of stress. Yet we often only celebrate if all the other elements come together and we have a visible sign of success – a new job, the top grade etc.
My lovely family decided not to wait for the others to decide on my success and instead took me out for fizz and pizza to mark the end of a stressful time and welcome me back into a calmer phase of life. I am so grateful they organised it and held me to it. Left to my own devices I would have slunk to a sofa and an evening of non-stop TV. But their kindness and cleverness truly did mark an end to the stress and yesterday felt like a new start and I felt fresher and more enthusiastic than I would have thought possible at the end of Tuesday. I am giving lots of gold stars and loads of gratitude to the family team for pizza and fizz and a great evening out.