Every once in a while, I get happy about pretty ridiculous stuff. Like I get happy about eyelids or alliteration or elephant-shaped countries or repeating the same two-letter word multiples times in a sentence or…
Just now, I got happy because I realized it’s only 3:00am, not 4:00am, which means four hours of sleep instead of just three.
Thing is, though, I think these little wins are important, especially when they stack up. I think they’re the wins that make up a grateful life, even if I’m not getting a great, full sleep.