Little Victories

I've decided that the best way to get through this time right now is to celebrate the little victories and not concentrate on the rejections. This is hard to do though, but I shall try. Okay, little victory #1: I managed to get the owner of my company to rent me a desk in the office at half price until May. The exceptional part of this victory is that I got the best desk in the entire office!! The furniture is beautiful, and I share a large office with 3 other desks (which are currently empty..yeaah). My desk is huge, made from beautiful wood, and I have a lovely lamp as well. The best part is that it's parked in front of a large window that overlooks downtown Denver. I love my desk. Victory #2: I now have a routine. Up at 6:15a, work from 6:30a to 7:30a. Workout, shower, breakfast from 7:30a to 9a. In the office at my new desk the rest of the day. Excellent. I just park myself here and stay here all day until I get some productive things done. Victory #3: My scanner is working wonderfully now and scans quickly enough that it's not an overwhelming annoyance. Victory #4: Only 37 more miles to run to atone for yummy food. Victory #5: I'm doing well on the no monitoring food stage, and am actually eating candy, sugar, and other yummy things. Hmm..we will see how long this lasts. I'm only eating very small amounts, but enough to satisfy the beast within.

Um, other really encouraging news. Mike surprised me on Sunday by finishing out an eave in my room so he can store his clothes in it. He made a makeshift closet that works wonderfully. This way, we don't have to buy a closet and he doesn't need to renovate my room. I was so happy that he did it because the temporary closet was driving me nuts. Grrrrr.

I wonder why I feel the need to celebrate the little victories. I mean, I'm so freaking lucky. Even if I don't sell a single house this year I will be fine. I will be more than fine. The sky is not falling down, we are not under nuclear attack, and almost everyone I know is in excellent health. Why do I feel that I have to get validation through my job, or accomplishments, or what I do. Why can't I get validation from who I am. I guess I define myself through my job, which is just sad. There are so many better ways to define oneself: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Aren't these more important than Realtor? Surely. Maybe I just need to grow up stop defining my accomplishments through money. What good does it do to be emotionally bankrupt but financially rich? No wonder all those people jumped out of their office buildings in 1929 when the stock market crashed. I think I need a new definition.