Small wins stacked quietly for a year look like a miracle to people who weren’t watching.

Progress is invisible from outside until it crosses some threshold. Each week’s work is too small to notice, and the people around you see only the total, which arrives at once and looks like a jump. Miracle is simply what gets called anything whose history was not witnessed.

Keep a simple record of what you do each week, since you will otherwise forget the earlier version of yourself. Look back at the start of every month rather than at the end of every day. Judge the slope over a season, not the distance covered this afternoon.