I want success and dammit I’m going to have some!
That was the end of my post yesterday. The question is, what is success? We all define it differently. Just saying that I feel like one gigantic cliche, but more and more it becomes a solid truth.
Right now my success is raising my daughters to be reasonable human beings. That doesn’t seem so hard, but on nights like last night I fear I’m going to run out of the house screeching and clawing my way up trees waiting to pounce on the first woman I see who looks like she can keep a more level head than I can.
Maybe that’s beside the point, but in writing I find regular life and writing life intertwine in an inseparable mass.
Usually when I think of success I’m thinking of writing.
It seems most non-writers think of writing success in terms of best seller lists and Pulitzers. Writers get muckier. Do you want:
- Articles published in the New York Times
- 5 Best selling novels
- The Opra Book Club pick
- To Syndicate, Emulate, Vindicate, To Aggravate, Appreciate, Fascinate, To Liberate, To Liberate, To Liberate…
At this exact moment success to me is this:
When my daughters are grown adults they can look at me and say, “There’s mom. She worked her ass off raising me to become a strong human being. I know I can do anything because she showed me how to keep at it, even when she was sitting up in a tree.”
What’s it to you? How do you define success? How has your definition of success changed? How have you changed along with it?