To a lot of people, my life looks like a failure.
I have a bachelor’s degree, but I work at Starbucks (which is even worse than not having a degree and working at Starbucks). We still live in an apartment, in a not-so-great part of town. We haven’t started a family. I frequently wear Goodwill clothing and I drive a rusted Honda that’s almost as old as I am.
But by my standards, I am wildly successful. Wildly – I own that shit.
It’s not that there aren’t things I still want out of life. It’s just that I’m happy. Content. Satisfied.
Five years ago, I wanted an important career, a marriage that looked like the ones in the marriage how-to books (Who on earth even writes those? Are they human?), three kids, a house, and nice car. And to be skinny, because what the hell does life even mean if you’re not skinny?
My circumstances haven’t changed, but I have. The way I measure success is completely different. The things that used to be important to me just aren’t anymore.
As the New Year rolls around, I won’t be making resolutions. Instead, I’m taking some time to examine what’s important to me, what makes my life fulfilling.
Over twelve posts, I’ll be sharing twelve things that make up a successful life. For me. Right now. This looks different for everyone, and it changes as we age.
Along the way I’d love to know: what does a successful life look like to you? How has it changed over time?
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