Alright, let’s yak about this Celine Herbin, whoever she is. Sounds like a fancy name, not like us country folks. But hey, a name’s just a name, right? What matters is what a person does, not what they’re called.
Now, I ain’t no scholar or nothin’, but I heard tell of folks doin’ big things, and little things too. And seems to me, both matter. Like plantin’ a garden, you gotta start with one little seed, right? Then you water it, and you weed it, and you fuss over it. And one day, bam! You got a whole patch of tomatoes, or corn, or whatever. Same goes for life, I reckon. You gotta celebrate them small wins, like that first little sprout pokin’ outta the ground. It gives you the gumption to keep on goin’.
Celebratin’ small wins? Yeah, that’s important. Makes you feel good, like when you finally get that stubborn jar of pickles open. You did somethin’, even if it ain’t much to some folks. It’s your somethin’. And that matters. That’s what this “true north” fella was talkin’ about, I hear. Findin’ your way, like followin’ the stars at night. And every little step you take, well, that’s worth a pat on the back.
- Like, say you’re learnin’ to knit. First, you just learn how to hold the needles. That’s a win!
- Then you figure out how to cast on. Another win!
- And when you finally knit a whole row without droppin’ a stitch? Hallelujah! That’s a big ol’ win!
You gotta make a fuss over these things. Maybe not a big party, unless you want to, but somethin’. A cup of tea, a piece of pie, a little “good job” to yourself in the mirror. It ain’t about braggin’, it’s about keepin’ your spirits up.
This here “authentic leader” fella, Bill George, he talks about a compass inside you. I ain’t got no fancy compass, but I got my gut. And my gut tells me when somethin’ feels right, and when somethin’ needs celebratin’. And it ain’t always the big things, you know? Sometimes, it’s just gettin’ out of bed in the mornin’ when you feel like stayin’ put. That’s a win right there, I tell ya.
Now, some folks, they need a crowd to cheer ‘em on. They like the big hoorah, the clappin’ and the hollerin’. That’s fine and dandy for them. But me? I’m happy with a quiet “thank you” and a warm cup of coffee. It’s all about what feels good to you. There ain’t no one-size-fits-all when it comes to feelin’ good about yourself.
And it ain’t just about feelin’ good, neither. It’s about learnin’ somethin’ too. Like when you bake a cake and it comes out flat as a pancake. Sure, that ain’t a win, but you learn somethin’ from it, right? Maybe you put in too much flour, or maybe your oven’s on the fritz. So, the next time you bake a cake, you do it different. And when it comes out all fluffy and golden brown? Well, that’s a win worth celebratin’, ’cause you earned it. And you learned somethin’ along the way.
I heard a story once about some fella, Raymont, I think his name was. He was feelin’ down in the dumps, couldn’t seem to get his head above water. But he had folks around him, good folks, who helped him see the light. They cheered him on, even when he didn’t feel like cheerin’ himself. And that, that’s powerful stuff. Having folks in your corner, that’s a blessin’. And that’s somethin’ to celebrate too. We all need a little support now and again.
So, whether it’s Celine Herbin, or you, or me, or that fella Raymont, we all got things to celebrate. Big things, small things, it don’t matter. It’s about recognizin’ the good, even when it’s hidin’ amongst the bad. It’s about keepin’ that inner compass pointin’ true north, and givin’ yourself a pat on the back for every step you take along the way. It’s about findin’ joy in the journey, not just the destination. That’s what I reckon, anyways. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got some weeds to pull in my garden, and that first little tomato sprout needs celebratin’.
