Okay, here is where I put you all to work. Recently, when I was talking to a relative, my definition of success was getting up exactly one more time than the number of times you fall down. That sounds good, but I lost sight of that somehow after Dean’s death. I forgot all the good things, the volunteering, my great kids, keeping our business afloat for 25 years, and was measuring myself against something I can’t even define. I don’t have a “job” per say anymore, I’m retired except for writing books and I have no idea if anyone is going to actually buy my books, and my kids are grown so there is no one to cook and clean for anymore. Now, that should be a good thing, right? Except, now, in my grief, that isn’t a good thing.
So, I want to hear from all of you. What are some definitions of success? What are the things we should measure ourselves against. What has been your success?