So…I’ve struggled with writing this blog for months. MONTHS! And I think I’ve got a good idea why. Success is something I don’t feel qualified to talk about. And I’ll tell you why in just a second, but first I just have to say it’s because if those very things I just might be perfectly qualified to write this blog. Here’s the thing. I fail. A lot.
I fail at maintaining a positive attitude (choosing joy if you will).
I fail at being the kind of friend/ daughter/ sister/ auntie/ cousin/ coworker/ employee (You get the idea) that I would like to be.
I fail at being a good girlfriend (I take out a lot of my attitude and issues on my wonderful, loving, and very understanding boyfriend).
I fail at returning phone calls (sorry grandma!)
I fail at doing stuff. I have a lot of great ideas and fail at following through.
I fail at making good choices… I try… But that dang sweet tooth!!! And that emotion eating thing. And onion rings.
I fail at my job… More than I would care to admit.
I fail at keeping track of my checkbook (thank God for my mother)
I fail at reading my Bible regularly.
I fail at being in the moment sometimes.
I can’t even manage to take a ONE a day vitamin for crying out loud.
When I was growing up I always figured that by 35 I would be married. Have a houseful (more like 2 kids) a house and a dog. I would be working as a kindergarten teacher and loving life. Well… Life had other plans. There is NO freaking way that 17 years as a bill collector (well… Some of those were customer service years) was something I thought of. Ever! But does that mean I’m not successful? I don’t hit my “goal” at work every month. But does that make me a failure? Am I trying new things? Am I going outside my comfort zone? Am I changing lives? How’s my attitude? I think these are the things that should be defining my work succes. It’s hard…..VERY hard to see that in the moment, but sometimes I need to step back and realize it.
What I realized when thinking about this whole thing is that sometimes your definition changes over time. When I started my weight loss journey I viewed success as me fitting in a size 10 jeans. No lie. However…. Today if I had to buy a size 10 I would be disappointed in myself. Not because there is ANYTHING wrong with being a size 10, but because I am currently like a size 3-4. And me going back to a 10 at this point would really show I had given Up. This isn’t about pants size… It’s about how perspective changes as time passes and goals are hit or things change. On a related topic when I started thinking about wanting to run, I wanted to 30 seconds, yes SECONDS! Without feeling like I was going to die. Now, I run 5 miles for fun. Things change, the definition has to change at some point.
I guess I say all this to pose a question. What does success look like to you? How do you define success? I asked this question on my Facebook and had several conversations with people about it. I got lot of interesting answers. Some very specific summed up as results define success. A lot of people said they define success by how happy they are. Some people responded that it’s the seeds you plant and the legacy that you leave behind that really defines success.
I guess what I’m learning is that it’s the daily things that add up to success. I’m still trying to figure this all out. I’m not perfect. And you know what?!?! . I’m going to keep failing. Maybe success is not letting that failure define me. Maybe it’s not letting failure keep me from keeping on trying. Maybe it’s getting back up once I’ve been knocked down. Idiot really know the answer….
What are your thoughts?