Her Mind Speaks..... Celebrate your wins

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Credits:A Samantha Oor Piece

I’m always so worried about the next chapter in my life and I honestly don’t like not knowing what lies ahead in the future but with everything that has been going on in my life I never got the chance to just celebrate the things I’ve achieved thus far. Well I don’t really post much about what I’m doing, when I do it, and whom I’m doing it with I’m soooo used to keeping my personal life private. I just feel that some things are worth sharing and some things are just meant for me to enjoy with the people closest to me.

 I’ve come to the realisation that I never take time to sit down and just think like “man you’ve really worked hard to get where you are now, well done” and I a lot of us don’t do that. I spend more time licking my wounds and sulking over the things that didn’t go as I had planned than celebrate all my achievements. About a year ago I was going through my Instagram and I came across something that Jay Chetty posted, I’m a huge fan of his work, the post read ‘’you remember the bad times more than the good times. Because when you’re struggling you cry for a week but when you succeed you celebrate for a day. Appreciate your wins more ‘’ and that just hit home because when I completed my first qualification (currently busy with my second) I was happy literally for one or two days and after that I thought to myself “what’s the big deal?” The truth is it is a big deal it’s not every day that someone graduates. Just like everyone else I studied hard, early mornings turned into late nights and yet I was more than happy to skip out on graduation. I didn’t appreciate my win, but had I not successfully completed all my modules in record time I think this post would have read differently.

I used to spend nights crying over the things that I never achieved, for not passing my matric, for not being able to go to varsity. For disappointing my parents, for not being able to go to New Zealand with my aunt but when I think of it now, I am glad things didn’t work out for me back then because I wouldn’t have known what I know now. You do not need anyone’s validation and don’t wait for someone to pat you on your back for doing well. You know how far you’ve come, no one understands your journey better than the reflection you see in the mirror. 

In some weird way I thought that everything that wasn’t working out for me was happening for a reason, like God was preparing me for something bigger, something that required my level of experience with hardships. I believe He is busy setting up my table for the big reveal. I am ready to receive His blessings; my mind and heart are in the right place. And that in itself is an achievement as well, it deserves to celebrated, getting though storms that life throws at you is something you should be proud of. It was tough but guess what…you made it!! Never give up on yourself or your dreams. Whether you start your degree at 45 or get your dream house at the age of 65 it is still a great achievement and its yours, so own it. Everything you succeed at is worth celebrating not just for a day or week. 

OWN YOUR  STRUGGLE!!!

The lesson here is that we should celebrate all the things we achieve no matter how big or small cause all those achievements will fuel your motivation to do more and to achieve something even bigger when you feel like you don’t have it in you to keep going. The age we put on achieving our goals is probably what causes us to feel like ‘slackers’ maybe that too makes me see my achievements as something not to celebrate because my peers reached this level at a younger age.  However, my peers did not experience the same struggles as I did and it is those very struggles that cultivated me into the person I am today. A die hard, firm but gentle; insistent, but not strident; unwavering, yet compassionate. Me.

My Mind Speaks.... Featuring Sam Oor




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