You know what I think? I think we don’t give ourselves enough credit for all the little things we accomplish each day. I think we tend to be a little too hard on ourselves. Sure we might not have gone for a run (again) or maybe we didn’t get around to taking out the trash but hey, we got out of bed and gave it our best and I think that’s a win in and of itself.
A little while ago I wrote a post on 13 small adulting wins we should be celebrating and I thought it was about time I wrote another.
My friend Rubi was talking the other day about how awesome it was as a kid when you would get rewarded for doing the simplest of tasks. Like congrats you tied your shoelaces…have a lollipop. Well done for not screaming in the supermarket…here’s a sticker. Good on you for eating your broccoli…let’s get ice cream.
Wasn’t that the best though?
Nowadays, we’ve got nobody clapping for us when we do really hard things. Being an adult can be a bit of a bore sometimes and I think we need to start celebrating those little achievements with a well deserved pat on the back and high fives all around.
So if you’ve achieved any of these adulting wins…go on and #treatyoself, I’m thinking a big ol’ bowl of ice cream is in order but I wouldn’t be opposed to donuts, new stationery or just a nap tbh.
13 MORE small adulting wins you should be celebrating:
Not having something decomposing in your fridge.
Because let’s be real the fridge is where things go to die. We buy these bags of spinach and tubs of hummus and slap them in the fridge only to forget they were ever purchased until we notice a strange smell every time we open the fridge door.
I consider it a very good week if I don’t have to throw out some inconspicuous sludge in a container at the back of the fridge.
Having batteries in all your clocks.
We’ve got a clock in our living room that ran out of batteries about a year ago and it’s been just sitting there fulfilling absolutely no purpose. Clearly we are not winning on this one.
But if you have perfectly functioning clocks and alarms…go you. Even better if you have set them 5 minutes early so that you are never late anywhere.
Avoiding the petrol light on your car.
There are two types of people in the world: those that live their life on the edge and wait until their tank is completely empty and those who drive around in an anxious tizz the second their petrol light comes on.
Actually, there is also hidden option c) real adults who make sure their car never runs out of gas and fill up before the petrol light flicks on.
Remembering to wash your sheets frequently.
I always have the best of intentions to wash my sheets every week but somehow I tend to let this slide a little more often than I am proud to admit.
The thing is, making my bed is literally my LEAST favourite of all the chores. I’d rather clean that gross hair-trap thingy in the shower than change my sheets.
It’s something about never getting the corners to lie down flat and the struggle of trying to slip the duvet back into it’s cover when the corners just don’t match up. I always end up a sweaty, irritated mess.
Not spazzing when you talk to someone attractive.
Please tell me I’m not the only one whose brain shuts down in these circumstances. It is the most painful flaw in my character.
When I’m driving by myself I have never ending topics of conversation on my mind. I am the wittiest human being that ever existed. But the second I’m sat talking to cutie with the dimples my mind is blanker than a new notebook and I gob like a goldfish.
Being patient enough to wait for your nail polish to dry before doing something.
I have learnt that the secret to a good manicure to not using your hands for a decent length of time after painting your nails. That and actually doing a proper job of it: using base coat, top coat and all that jazz.
Non-chipped nails are the sign of person who has their ish together.
Going a week without your face breaking out.
Okay so this one isn’t 100% within your control but I still think it is something to celebrate.
Do you remember when we thought that after puberty our skin would be clear and perfect all the time…hahaha what a joke. I’m just grateful for concealer and knitted hats which can hide a multitude of sins.
Making a complicated dish.
Is there anything more satisfying than conquering a dish that would make Gordon Ramsey proud?
Nope. Because not only did you create a masterpiece…you also get to eat it. Edible art, that’s where it’s at.
Navigating somewhere without using your GPS.
Confession: I have the WORST sense of direction. I could get lost walking in a straight line.
So the other day I managed to drive all the way to university without using the GPS and I was overjoyed with this accomplishment.
Having something other than eggs for dinner.
We talked about this in my recent post: How to sneak more veges into your diet.
Eggs are so quick and easy to cook and they will forever hold a special place in my heart (alongside chocolate chip cookies, mashed potato and macaroni cheese) But I always feel like a superstar when I manage to incorporate a bunch of vegetables into my dinner. Look mum I’m eating Brussels sprouts of my own free will.
Folding a fitted sheet.
It does not make sense to me that a circle can be folded into a square.
My mum is some sort of magician and knows exactly how to hold the sheet so that it folds into a perfect square and though I have watched her a billion times I cannot do it myself.
I have given up trying and now roll the sheet up into some sort of hideous scramble and throw it into the cupboard before anyone sees my shameful effort.
Having a full spice rack.
Don’t you feel like the most smug person ever when a recipe calls for some exotic spice and you just so happen to have it?
You are pretty much a professional chef with your turmeric, paprika and cardamom.
Talking to a cashier instead of going to the self service checkout.
Confession: I HATE small talk.
So I will go out of my way to avoid it at all costs. I don’t care how long the line is or how absurdly full my trolley is…I’ll be queuing at the self service checkout.
I’m always super proud of myself when I not only bowl on over to an actual cashier but I also manage to rustle up the courage to ask them how their day is going.
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Now tell me…
Have you accomplished any of these small adulting wins recently?
Are you a fan of self-service checkouts?