Day Eleven: How do you define success?
Success can be many things to many people, and what one defines as successful is not necessarily the same as what another may believe it is. I guess that’s why this Bloganuary question works.
I’m not super into materialistic things and have a bit of a disdain for the capitalistic society we’re living in. Success for me is pretty basic. I feel successful if my kids are safe and healthy, my bills are paid, there is food on the table, the car(s) aren’t in need of any major repair, and there’s at least a little money left over at the end of the month to contribute to savings.
I’m not interested in climbing the ladder or fighting my way to the top of anything. I don’t care much about brand names or status. I just want to live comfortably, with less worry and stress over meeting basic needs, and be able to partake in the luxuries of exploring things that bring me joy while spending quality time with family and friends.
In the simplest of terms, I define success as having enough. Enough to not have to spend my life selling my soul to the corporate overlords and finding myself full of regrets on my death bed. Enough to be able to say that I lived and lived lovingly and happily. Enough to help others when they are in need. Enough to be remembered for the person I am by the ones I love and not forever lost as just another cog in the wheel.
All of them! I’m not even kidding. All the chores are equally challenging from one day to the next. I don’t know if part of that is because of my struggles with anxiety, depression, and attention or—I mean, that’s likely a big part of it, I guess.
There’s also a huge mood component to this for me too. Somedays I will just get in a mood where I’m hellbent on getting something done, like cleaning a particular room or something, and I will do it seriously hardcore. By that I mean, tear apart every cabinet and cubby, rearrange/reorganize every single thing in the room that’s moveable, scrub walls and baseboards and crown moldings, try to get into every little nook and cranny… Stuff no one even seems to actually care about and certainly won’t even notice I’d done.
Maybe the absolute most challenging chores are the outside ones, like yardwork and home exterior maintenance. That again, very largely related to my anxiety issues. When you’re outside trying to get stuff done, you’re visible. Visible to neighbors and passersby and, therefore, subject to their judgement. 😕