25/08/2026
Yesterday, after work, I gave my dad a massage before he heads over to Adelaide to represent NZ Vets in woodchopping so bloody proud of him.
Then it was , cooking tea, catching up on everyone's day, doing all the normal life stuff.
Later that night, everyone had gone to bed and I found myself sitting alone in the kitchen scrolling when I came across a Golden Buzzer performance.
It was a group of people, all with different disabilities, standing on a stage singing together.
And I cried.
Not because they had disabilities.
Not because I felt sorry for them.
But because of the absolute joy on their faces.
They had set out to do something. They had got themselves on that stage, stood in front of thousands of people and gave it everything they had.
And before that Golden Buzzer was ever pushed, they had already won.
I think sometimes we get so caught up in what the world considers an achievement — the money, the title, the recognition, being the best that we forget what achievement actually feels like.
Sometimes winning is having the courage to get on the stage.
Sometimes it's doing something you didn't know you could do.
Sometimes it's simply being completely present in a moment you're proud of.
Watching their faces reminded me that success doesn't have to look impressive to everyone else.
It just has to mean something to you.
And bloody hell, it was beautiful to watch.
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