Sometimes if I'm stuck on something I stand there and think "what's the point, I'm 16, been skating for half a year, I am never going to the Olympics." The I just glide. If I glide, I remember why I feel in love with it 6 short months ago. I'm free on the ice. I can do things that just aren't physically possible on land. I feel graceful, beautiful, strong. Nothing can bring me down when I'm on the ice. That's why I do it 6 days a week. Not because I'm training to be elite, but because it is what makes me so happy.
Then there are the little victories: getting an extra revolution on a spin, going a little bit higher on a waltz jump, etc.