What is Success?
Nov. 9th, 2019 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katjamilesSo a while back my other half and I had a discussion on success and what it means and how it comes about (it started out as me explaining my new-not new business idea(s) of crafting images that stick out to me from mixed media the books i still plan on broadening my horizons with, and creating space(s) (and renting them out to the teachers/instructors who need the space, possibly with the intent to also provide the supplies as well as the space...but that would be expensive and maybe going overboard?) for a craft and/or sports studio/community center, with a kid care area for clients who need a break but can't leave their kids...).
In this discussion I realized that (possibly) due to growing up pains, my definition is built on expectations surrounding a professional/academic field and its ranking of promotion/years of experience and my attitude...is not. My other half, rightly pointed out that I, as I am right now, am actually pretty successful. I have a degree (or 2 or 4), i am still married after 8 years, my procrastination cleaning is tolerated (as is my non fancy grooming habits) and my lack of cooking skills. While I have...misplaced... my child (that kid can RUN!) numerous times and I fully do believe the universe or somebody out there (up there?) is taking pity on me and my driving skills (especially with my last driving home adventure! Let's just say I was Daddy Pig driving in France and leave it at that shall we...)...or they just think my kid is too cute to kill, I get to spend all day with her (the three year old) and read or craft while my other half deals with bringing home the bacon AND all our finances. I am pretty golden. Of course all my co-dependency will leave me in a pit of total despair (and living in my mother's house once again) if he ever chooses to leave me or die...
In this discussion I realized that (possibly) due to growing up pains, my definition is built on expectations surrounding a professional/academic field and its ranking of promotion/years of experience and my attitude...is not. My other half, rightly pointed out that I, as I am right now, am actually pretty successful. I have a degree (or 2 or 4), i am still married after 8 years, my procrastination cleaning is tolerated (as is my non fancy grooming habits) and my lack of cooking skills. While I have...misplaced... my child (that kid can RUN!) numerous times and I fully do believe the universe or somebody out there (up there?) is taking pity on me and my driving skills (especially with my last driving home adventure! Let's just say I was Daddy Pig driving in France and leave it at that shall we...)...or they just think my kid is too cute to kill, I get to spend all day with her (the three year old) and read or craft while my other half deals with bringing home the bacon AND all our finances. I am pretty golden. Of course all my co-dependency will leave me in a pit of total despair (and living in my mother's house once again) if he ever chooses to leave me or die...
