Small Wins Count

A warm meal. A shower. A kind word from a stranger. A night with a roof. During my hardest year, those were my wins, and I learned to count every one of them.

We get trained to only celebrate the big stuff. But when you're rebuilding, the small wins are what keep you moving.

I started noticing them on purpose. At the end of the day, I'd find one good thing, even if the rest was rough. Some days it was tiny. It still counted.

Try it tonight. Name one small win. In UNLOCKED I talk about how those little moments added up to something big. Yours will too.

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Keep going. David

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